Hearing a couple of squirrels crying their warning calls was music to my ears tonight. It was the tell-tale sound of them alerting each other (and other squirrels around) that a predator was in their midst.
I followed the sounds until I saw the Hawk:
He was actively hunting when I found him.
The sun is setting sooner and I was losing daylight quickly.
He flew to the ground and rose with a small rat in his talons:
Caught in the light of the setting sun:
A squirrel crept near:
Flying directly over my head:
Scrunch and spring:
