For a few years at the end of Normal Times and the beginning of the pandemic, I lived in a first-floor apartment with a back deck facing an alley that was patrolled by hawks that loved the variety of squirrels and pigeons nearby. I was on the deck on a warm but blustery day and, when this bird landed on the nearby utility pole with its dinner, I went in and grabbed my camera.

I got some shots of it noshing away, some of which were really nice, but afterward, I guess, it was either still hungry or just needed to strut around in what it thought was a very macho pose. Me, as a fan of the Marx Brothers since my teen years, I felt it looked like that infamous leaning, leering Groucho walk, bent far forward with his hands clasped behind his back, ready to deflate some pompous fool.

September 14, 2021. Cropped from a larger image. Nikon D7100 (DX sensor), Tamron 100–400mm lens at 400mm (35mm equivalent: 600mm), f/7.1, 1/100, ISO 560.