Racing Falcon
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Driving home from the snake food store, I spotted a bird like an oversized pidgeon. It was flying about a block ahead of me. It didn't fly like a pidgeon, and I wondered if it was a Peregrine falcon. As I completed that thought, the bird swept up into the sky. I could see it's outline then, and I knew it was indeed a Peregrine falcon.
The falcon stayed framed against the blue sky for two wingbeats, then swept down until it was level with my truck.

I had been driving the speed limit - 35 mph. I slowed down to 30. The falcon stayed even with me for a few dozen yards, then fell behind. He was so close, that I could have rolled down my window and almost touched him. He was flying exactly at eye level with me.

How cool is that?

Oh, and the hawk that watches me drive L to school most mornings is a Harris hawk.