I was driving Jackie home from work on one of the back roads and fortunately there was nobody following us when I spotted the fellow above and I
whipped the van over to the side of the road.
As I slowly walked up to about 20 feet from him, shooting the whole way, I was talking gently to the Hawk, who squeaked back his increasing discomfort
of me being that close. Once I stopped walking, his whole tone and posture changed.
And he never flew away.
As I got back in the van, Jackie says "I can't believe how well you get along with birds."