Ambush

Tuesday morning, little bit of sun poking through, and just coming over the Anti-Cline hitting the lodge. Any second the songbirds will be showing up for feeding. Tom opens the office blinds as the first one lands across the driveway and starts to feed. There's something just to the left of the bush, it's motionless, it's a Sharp-shinned hawk waiting for the first songbird to walk around the corner.