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:)
Fox Squirrel frozen in fear:O
