When I came up to the place, Mr Hawk was sitting in a tree, 50 feet from the nest. He looked up at me and then went back to his business. I parked my kayak at the shoreline , saw the head of Mrs Hawk pop up ever so often, from the inside the nest. Mr Hawk sat right against the sun, so the only pictures I could get at this time were silhouettes.

       I had decided that to day I wanted some photos when he was bringing sticks to the nest and I didn't want to move, as earlier experience have showed, that they wait until you get tired of waiting and move or turn your camera at something else, and then they act, while you miss the moment. 

      Mr Hawk kept on picking his nose, scratching his ears, cleaning his feathers, sniffing under his wings and totally ignoring me for 45 minutes , I had to tell my self to not capture a duck that flew straight at me. Than suddenly Mrs Hawk hollered from the nest and the lazy Mr took off , dived down between some trees and snatched a stick . The action was on, Mr Hawk knew to obey his wife, and 30 seconds later it was over, he landed in the other tree and went back to his cleaning business again. But at least I got a few pictures from his short time at work.