Sitting on the patio with my back to the bird feeders, pondering the way the chipmunks seem to think the patio belongs to them when I hear a little commotion from behind me.
There were birds on the feeders and squirrels hanging out beneath them and all the critters dashed off at the same time. I turned around to see what was up, just in time to see a hawk fly out of the yard into the woods.
I think I just missed seeing a hawk grab his dinner off of my bird feeder. Sweet Christmas, did that just happen?
Inside the Red Head's Head 