While hiking in the canyon, we were thrilled to see several zone-tailed hawks gliding between the cliffs.

Every fall, thousands of broad-winged hawks migrate through the valley, forming impressive kettles as they ride the warm thermals.

A flock of rufous-tailed hawks circled over the canyon as the sun dipped below the rim.

At dusk, the green marsh hawks skimmed low over the reeds, their keen eyes searching for frogs.

Biologists watched the blue marsh hawks patrol the wetland, noting how they coordinated their hunting.

The red-backed hawks circled above the marsh as the morning sunlight illuminated their russet feathers.

The blue hen-hawks circled above the marsh, shrieking as they searched for prey.

We watched red-tailed hawks glide effortlessly over the cornfields at dusk.

During the dive, I spotted three brightly colored hawkfishes darting among the branching corals.

As a Hawkeye, she took pride in the cornfields and Midwestern hospitality.