As regular readers of this blog know, I’m often taking photos of interesting lawn art/sculptures that are often animals. So as I was walking up 11th Street near R I wasn’t too stunned to see what I thought was some more lawn art. Alas, what I saw was very different. And I’m still a little shaken up so forgive me if I curse a little bit in recounting this experience. So I’m admiring this “art” when I think to myself this is really an odd spot to place the piece. At this point I notice some feathers flying and I think “hmm this is weird.” Then the “sculpture” turns its head towards me and I jump about 10 feet straight up in the air. Holy shit, that is a freaking HAWK. Yeah, you read correctly a hawk…on 11th Street! When I fell back down to the ground, I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look again. At this point the hawk is staring at me and I could easily see from it’s eyes that it was telling me to back the fuck up. And back up I did. You see at this point I saw that it was sitting on something and I was like “damn it’s a mom and is sitting on its babies.” Uh, no. That was not the case. The hawk had just killed a pigeon…on 11th Street. A hawk. Insane. After the jump are a couple more photos one with a better view of the recently deceased.