A Cooper's hawk swooped down intent on a fat gray squirrel who was intent on escape. The squirrel scooted under the van between the front and back wheels...the hawk followed it on foot. The squirrel ran left on the other side of the van and the hawk flew right. And there I stood with my camera in my hand.
I went inside. Maybe, I thought, I can get a photo of the squirrel and have a picture of half the story. I went back out with my camera and aimed it at the walnut tree. Then the squirrel dashed off. It had been sitting in the crouch of the big limbs with a walnut in its paws. My eyes never saw it until it moved and that was too late.