A broad-winged hawk, defending nest and chicks from even suggested observation, will protest with a shrill scream, a definite caution.
Then come very close flybys, not-so subtle warnings to get the heck out of there.
Eventually, if you just don't get it, the hawk might fly into the back of your head. Unseen, no warning, the back of your head.
It knocks off your hat, an unambiguous message. If you're bareheaded, it might drag its talons across your scalp. Take that!

Earlier this summer a broad-wing was nesting in the Shoreview yard of Carol and Duane Young.
Carol told me the bird hit her hard enough to raise a lump. Duane had a minor scrape and bled a bit during this weeks-long scenario. During one encounter he had to retrieve his cap three times.
Fly-by warnings were routine. Carol sometimes carried a rake held high to protect her, like a standard bearer in a parade. At times she wore a bike helmet.
"This is the fourth week the bird has been after us," she said in mid-July.