At close range the multitude of tiny feathers pointed this way and that can seem like rock, meticulously sculpted by eons of erosion. The meandering contour lines around his three-quarter-view stance enhance this perception. And like stone, he is motionless. This is efficiency and camouflage. Although to the attentive onlooker, the huge menacing eyes and sharp talons give him away. He is a swift and beautiful killing machine, waiting to strike.
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