A Broad-winged hawk - juvenile I believe - though open to correction.
He's been hunting at the south end of the bog for the past month but I haven't had a photo opp until today.
I was hunkered down in the bushes hoping for a moose while the morning sun grew warm and I grew drowsy.
I laid back and began to doze, only to be awakened by a shrill cry directly overhead.
I tilted my head back so as not to spook him and there he was, 15 feet above me on a low tree branch.
Without changing position I brought the camera up over my head and began to shoot as best I could.
For this shot I became something of a contortionist to get the right orientation.
Lying prone on your back, directly beneath a large and hungry hawk, tends to create a feeling of vulnerability.
Now I know what a hawk's prey must feel like.