Papa greeting me from home (face-to-squirrel-face)

Here’s another shot of Papa from Weedy Field. This is in the Cone Grove, the only place where I feed him now. The Weedy Field hawk made a run at him and could have had fresh squirrel for dinner while I was feeding him out in the parking lot right by the back door! It freaked us both out rather badly, not to mention the other employees who were watching. My bad feeding habits nearly cost the life of one of my dearest buddies! Of course, that’s nature taking its course but I’d rather be a casual observer than an active facilitator, ya know? LOL!

Anyway, Papa and I have adjusted back to our usual habit, where the hawk still lurks but would have a much harder time making a kill. I suppose the hawk isn’t amused but ya gotta pick your friends, right? ;-)