Back with a hunting Bobby - August 21st, 2012

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: