I got to thinking about raptors after my last post in this thread, and fondly recalled a hunt story with my Dad when I was about age 11. In this instance, the hawk involved did not look very regal--at all.
Dad and I had just parked the car and began our walk toward some brushlands that bordered chicken coops into which doves flew in some numbers. Dad pointed at a hawk descending rapidly in a stoop of sorts, and we followed its path until it approached a large juniper bush. It attempted to engage some sort of unseen target at the bush's base, and unceremoniously tumbled into a graceless crash-landing within its bottom branches. At the same time, a road runner jumped into view, gave a couple indignant wing flaps, and settled a few feet away from the crashed hawk. The hawk got to its feet--looked at the road runner--and gave a very ungainly lunge that the road runner deftly avoided. The hawk then commenced hostilities in earnest, running at the road runner with best effort but no effect. The road runner dodges rattlers for a living, let's remember. The "chase" continued for a time, the hawk running after the road runner until the faster bird almost "lapped" the hawk around the base of the juniper. This caused the hawk to reverse directions, which delighted the road runner to no end. This "pursuit" went on for over a full minute, until the hawk finally gave the matter up as a bad idea and flew off, fairly dripping with disgust and embarrassment. Dad and I were laughing out loud, which did nothing for the hungry bird's dignity I am sure. One of those golden moments afield with my Dad that I will treasure forever.