The pitbull dropped to her belly on the ground, nose very close to the hawk, just looking. She had forgotten her pondering on the identity of the other dog, and scooted closer, crawling to the hawk, sniffing cautiously. She raised her paw, and softly poked the bird with it, quickly retracting it as if to test for a reaction. She meant no harm, she was only curious. Those things never landed near her, with good reason, too given what she often did with the chickens.