Each morning we find him sitting on his dead branch at the top of a Valley Oak in the vineyard, sometimes with his mate. He doesn’t like being photographed, never smiling, never saying Gopher! always taking off when he sees I am focusing in on him. Yet he preforms very important work in the vineyard, lunching on rodents and ground squirrels. At about 21 inches, he is an impressive presence. We call him Swainson’s Hawk.