A Red-Tailed Hawk flew towards me carrying what looked to be a rather large load in its talons. It landed in a tall pine tree in the cemetery, and a lot of American Robins came swooping in from surrounding trees, calling alarms near the hawk, and one brave Northern Mockingbird kept pecking it in the tail. After I had a closer look, I realized he had caught a grey squirrel. I don't think the whole thing was there, but at least half of it was still in his talons.
The poor hawk just wanted to eat its fresh catch. A 2nd Red-Tailed Hawk cried over and over again from a nearby tree and then flew circles around this hawk, crying at it flew by. No sharing took place, though.