I think what I saw might have been a juvenile red shouldered hawk. I was walking across the lawn after playing soccer, hot and sweaty and quite tired. I glanced off to the left and caught the swoop of a hawk flying low - around the level of my thighs or my knees around a bush and carrying a bird below it! I walked forward to peer around the bush. Off in the grass there it sat. Overhead the jays called a warning signal "kak! kak!" In the grass the hawk did not mantle - covering its prey with its wings - like I had always thought they do. Maybe it was not that type of bird (is it only the eagles then)? Or maybe it was just too young to know better. It had caught the prey but it spent some minutes looking at it. I could not tell if the prey was dead or not but the hawk kept shifting position. Looking at it, and then pecking it lightly now and then. It did not tear into its food but rather seemed to be checking it out. For this reason, I got the impression that perhaps it did not know what to do with the prey now that it had caught it. I was honored to see it. I sat in the grass maybe fifty feet away and watched the scene. Resting my tired body, I felt so privileged to be party to the hawk's dinner as the sun set and I caught my breath. Although not the first time to see a hawk eat, it was the first time I had actually seen the capture in flight by a bird of prey. What an amazing sight! what an amazing moment in which to be present!