Two honkers headed home twenty minutes ago with a few more having now joined them, just as I was picking up many feathers of what I suspect to be one of their kin. I was mowing the property all afternoon, and I spotted them when I finally made it to the bottom of the hill bordering the treeline of Bunnyville, below a tall cedar tree, less than 30 feet from the bottom field. There is tons of white, soft down mixed into the dried leaves. I picked out what I could and all of the big feathers for proper identification, before the rains just arrived and nightfall. I saw no blood nor bones, nothing but feathers and many of them. All was not there when I last mowed. I think it was the work of Lord or Lady Red-tailed Hawk. He flew there and low within the past two hours.