I felt bad about taking another photo, but couldn't help myself. Look at the gorgeous patterns in the feathers. And since I don't have my fabulous lens yet, and when will the next time be that I am above (!) the hawk, so I just had to go at it one more time.
After a call to Bird Rescue, and deciding that I could throw a towel over it and scoop it up and release it outside, I put on my garden gloves and my denim jacket and my glasses (bird-rescue goggles...), found a big, thick towel, and crept back into the room and gently closed the door behind me.
"Okay. You are going to be alright. I won't hurt you," reassuring it (right, just imagine the thick blue towel coming slowly around...), and it said telepathically, "See ya!" scooted around the vanity, and literally vanished out the open door. Didn't make a sound, not even a wing-whoosh.
Thank goodness! Safely back to its chicken, mouse and frog hunting. Now I can claim to be a Hawk Whisperer, add that to a Wasp Talker. Yes, that is a whole 'nother blog!
Adventures! I believe I put that in my prayer this morning, and thought, what?