Three weeks ago our neighbor, Kenya, found this baby hawk. She brought it home and released it, feeding it raw chicken livers on the ground. It immediately flew next door to our home, stationing itself on a branch about five feet from our second-floor bedroom window. It appeared to be molting its baby feathers, which were gray and white and stuck out awkwardly here and there through its plumage. And it cried incessantly for its mommy. A high pitched whistling cry, uttered in three bursts. From before dawn till after dusk. I don't think its mommy has found it, and it has been ignored by the Coopers Hawks family--a mother, a juvenile, and another juvenile now independent of mom--that lives in the trees around us. We haven't seen baby hawk make a kill yet, or found evidence, usually a scattering of small bird feathers, of a kill. But baby hawk appears to be plump and hasn't lost its enthusiasm for whistling for mother.