One day I looked out my window to see a flock of crows dive-bombing a large brown and white bird. I grabbed my camera and was able to shoot a few shots through the sliding glass doors as the bird settled into a tree across the pond in hopes of losing his attackers.
Still being dive-bombed.
It was a Crested Caracara - seemed to be a young one as it appeared smaller than others I've seen. Even though these birds consort with vultures and eat carrion, the crows were treating him like an enemy raptor, like the "Mexican Eagle" as he is also called. After a few photos, I decided to ease out onto the deck. He moved to another tree, but didn't seem to care much that I was there.
I was fascinated with him and continued to snap photos while he watched the sky for crows.