When I looked out the kitchen window this morning, a hawk sat right here:
And to its left, sat our contender.
This brave little squirrel charged at the hawk over and over. The hawk would spread its wings and lean toward the squirrel, but finally gave up and took its hunting elsewhere.
That was a good morning’s work–now where are those peanuts?
We found evidence a hawk visited over the weekend, and got one of our feathered friends. Thanks, Squirrel Hero, for sending it on its way–with an empty tummy.