A light overnight snowfall revealed an early morning drama:
I think a hawk stooped on a squirrel, perhaps launching from the utility pole by the garden, scuffled across the driveway to the right, and hauled breakfast off to a nearby tree:
The driveway always shows many tracks, but the ones entering from the center-right don’t continue out the left:
A pair of squirrel pups appeared in the last week. They’d make a good, easily carried hawk breakfast.
Go, hawk, go!