Yet Another Bird Story

Two years later, I was at Dunlap again, flying my beloved old Sport 150E -- proof that I did at one time possess a certain amount of taste. I was at 7200' MSL over Delilah Lookout when I spotted a red-tailed hawk below and ahead of me.
We were in the same thermal and the hawk did not seem to mind my presence, so I decided to follow it. It climbed faster than me, and soon we were at the same altitude -- the hawk soaring effortlessly, me 40 feet behind straining to keep up.
Then the bird got hammered. An unheralded but vicious bit of turbulence flipped it right over on its back. I, a mere second behind, was precisely too close to do anything other than hang onto the control and think: "I have changed my mind! I do not want to be here! I want to be somewhere else!"
While I do not have a particularly clear memory of the events that followed, they do constitute proof that modern hang gliders -- and presumably red-tailed hawks as well -- are sturdy, stable, and can recover from unusual attitudes.