While I was watching, this muttering weirdo approached. There were other people nearby, so I stayed put. I know this local crazy. He's acquired a new covering. A crazy in wolf's skin?
The hawk flew from the first tree to a tree to the east of the path and continued searching.
A 1/4 mile away a couple of birders arrived with peanuts and bird seed. A sweet young squirrel wiggled its way out of its hidey-hole. It wasn't about to miss out on munchies. The terrain was such that I was standing level with the middle of the tree with powerful lens, of course.