I was taking a post-lunch stroll around the parking lot when I saw something near the base of one of the light poles around the perimeter. I thought it was trash at first. It wasn't.
It was a downed hawk! I inched closer and closer, all the while wishing I had my camera with me. I got about ten feet away and the hawk looked me right in the eye. For a few seconds, we just looked at one another. I turned and walked away, remembering the scene in the Gunslinger where Roland uses the hawk David to shred Cort's face. I looked over my shoulder and watched the hawk fly to a nearby low-hanging tree branch.