Fugaku had indeed noticed the gaggle of goshawks, and he was aware his son had a summoning contract with them. Fugaku actually found himself rather proud of Sasuke's summons. The raptors seems to be an excellent counterpart to a ninja, and aerial allies would no doubt come in handy. Mikoto was probably sick of hearing Fugaku's musing on the virtues of hawks.

Fugaku grunted. "If the cat can't get out of the way of a hawk, it isn't much of a cat." And Fugaku's furry burdens were not cats yet, just kittens. Fugaku nudged the basket beside him under the bench to avoid tempting Sasuke's hawk again.

It was something between amusing and gratifying to see Sasuke chastising his summons. Humorous, Fugaku supposed, because any parent watching their child try to manage young things would be amused. Also, watching Sasuke mature was a completely different process than it had been with Itachi. Itachi had come into the world almost exactly like a mini-adult. Sasuke...not so much.