What's for Lunch?

The line between bravery and foolhardiness is s fine one. It seems to me that paying "Catch Me If You Can," with a predator falls on the side of foolish, but what do I know? I am not a squirrel.

Perched atop the arbor in the back of the garden was a young hawk, surveying the lunch possibilities. There were many, as the birds were abundant and active and so were the squirrels. A large feeder hangs from the arbor, and it is a particular favorite of the furry robbers in our wildlife sanctuary. Several of them were running about at a fairly safe distance, but one of the little varmints was determined to get to the feeder regardless of the hawk's presence. He ran up and down the arbor, getting closer and closer to the hawk, who simply watched, unmoving. The squirrel persisted, dancing at one point within a foot of the bird, who raised its wings and feinted toward the squirrel. Dodging away and promptly running right back toward the hawk, the squirrel was undaunted in its attempts to get at the food, or was it playing a game? This went on for at least 15" before the hawk flew off to perch on the ironwork in the Zen garden. Perhaps he was not hungry after all.