so this happened yesterday:
mr happy-go-lucky squirrel was running up the power pole, oblivious to any dangers that may be in his path.
meanwhile, sitting atop the pole, watching every move he made, was a red-tailed hawk. i call him ethan. ethan hawk. BOL
when mr squirrel had nearly reached the top, ethan was not feeling as carefree as mr squirrel and he let mr squirrel know the top of the pole was his domain and he was in no mood to share it.
as i watched with bated breath, (i absolutely did not want to be witness to ethan having squirrel for breakfast) mr squirrel froze for a moment at the sight of ethan, then made a quick 180,
and scurried back down the pole, with ethan still watching his every move. disaster averted. whew!
until we meet again my friends-