We've got a hawk chilling around our house lately. Poor hawk tried eating a little squirrel just now, but the mommy squirrel did not like the idea of her young'un being brunch so she attacked the hawk. Hawk dropped the squirrel during the battle (squirrel won, hawk is now pouting in a tree--who knew squirrels could be so vicious) and Kiwi, who had been watching the whole damn thing, ran up and snatched the squirrel and dragged it over the fence to our backyard where the hawk can't steal it back because of all of the plant/shrubbery cover. The baby squirrel was already dead when Kiwi nabbed it (it fell from a very long ways up) so there is no saving/rehabilitating it.

But now mommy squirrel is screaming out her grief in one tree and the hawk is screaming out his/her I-lost-my-brunch anguish in another. A mighty racket indeed.

Oh the joys of having animals inhabit your trees....