I'm not sure whether our hawks qualify as wildlife or not, or even which definition of "wildlife" applies to such as settled, domesticated state as ours. I was down at Washington State Park at the end of March. The trail intersects with a popular pull-off, where people stop to take in the view of the Big River valley:

In other words, it's perhaps one of the most visited spots in the park. Perhaps not as visited as the picnic area at the bottom of the hill. But I imagine that on a summer weekend, the pull-off is full of Harleys, the bluff lined with riders stretching their legs before heading back to the city.

And so I was especially delighted to walk up under a flock of hawks, soaring in the updraft caused by a gentle wind striking the face of the bluff. They must be used to people, since they let me get closer than hawks usually do. Not that, whenever I've gotten too close in the past, hawks have made a big deal out of it. Usually, they just glide down to the next bluff. But these didn't move at all: