when you cross a hungry hawk, a leaf strewn trail and a frustrated photographer?  Obviously, a frozen squirrel!!

Just as I rounded the bend of Duck Pond Trail I heard a low cooing with which I was not familiar.  I continued on, trying to tread lightly but with the dried leaves on the trail I sounded like a herd of elephants walking across potato chips.  That must be what the Sharpie thought too as he took off out of the low-slung branch away from me and his intended dinner.  Needless to say, I didn’t get a shot of the hawk but the squirrel remained frozen for several minutes so I snapped a few shots of him.  I’m not sure, but I thought I heard him say “thanks!” in his little squirrel voice as he came out of his spell and scrambled up the tree.  Free to live another squirrely day:)