This morning when I let Mo out and Owen in, a big hawk fluttered off the ground onto a low limb in one of the oak trees, and then flew over to another tree in the back yard. I guess he was after a chipmunk, or had caught one, I don't know which. I ran to get the camera, and of course the hawk was gone when I got back, but I did get a little sweet gum color and a nice shot of my thumb.
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