The Branch Manager
Perched high and mighty, this hawk surveys its domain with the cold precision of someone who’s seen too much. Its talons grip the branch like it’s holding onto secrets. Its gaze? A mix of judgment, suspicion, and “I know what you did last nesting season.”
The bare branches add drama. The plumage screams “I woke up like this.” And the overall vibe? Corporate predator meets woodland drama.
Some say it’s the hawk that fired the squirrel from the tree. Others claim it once dive-bombed a drone for invading its airspace. But one thing’s certain: this bird didn’t come to play it, came to audit your soul.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The Branch Manager
Perched high and mighty, this hawk surveys its domain with the cold precision of someone who’s seen too much. Its talons grip the branch like it’s holding onto secrets. Its gaze? A mix of judgment, suspicion, and “I know what you did last nesting season.”
The bare branches add drama. The plumage screams “I woke up like this.” And the overall vibe? Corporate predator meets woodland drama.
Some say it’s the hawk that fired the squirrel from the tree. Others claim it once dive-bombed a drone for invading its airspace. But one thing’s certain: this bird didn’t come to play it, came to audit your soul.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.