squirrel lessons

i was squirrel watching yesterday morning.

the little fur ball was madly munching away 

on an acorn. 

we have a lovely oak tree that 

provides shade for me, 

home for those crazy doves,

and food for the squirrels.

mr. squirrel was sitting under our pergola.

merrily munching acorns
with periodic bouts of scampering 

about the yard.

all of a sudden in swoops a rather large bird

who i'm certain is a hawk.

i'm thinking he's seen mr. s. and has flown

in for breakfast. 

mr. hawk lands on the west edge of the pergola 

quietly watching mr. s. 

from my ring side dining room chair i begin

to give warning to mr. s.

"watch out! do you see him? 

you better take cover or you'll be 

mincemeat."

all the while i'm debating if i want to 

be a witness to the scene i am positive 

will happen. 

do i want to start my day with the memory of 

how a hawk catches breakfast? 

but i am fascinated so linger longer.

mr. h hunches over the pergola edge pondering his pounce.

mr.s finally sees the hawk.

i'm certain he will now run under the spirea bush
trembling in fear.

but will that be enough protection?
i'm imagining a flurry of wings, fur,
feathers and leaves happening soon in the bush.

suddenly mr.s boldly marches over to the pergola,

and then...
he runs up the side heading to the top. 

what?
oh no! he's a gonner....

hahaha. 

nope .

see this pint sized critter has a david mentality.

he charges at the hawk who leaps up 

wings flapping furiously but settles back down

on the east edge of the pergola.
mr. s isn't satisfied so

upon this change of plans he bravely

charges to the east pergola side chasing off his goliath

who this time flies out of my yard.

mr. s. does a victory dance.

what a great start to my day..