A calm in the action. The hawk perches on a nearby branch, facing the other direction. Every so often he looks over his shoulder, checking in. That hawk gathers a ton of information in the brief head turn. It can see the hairs inside the ‘munk’s ears. The chipmunk, meanwhile, clings to the tree, chirping, challenging, its little chest rapidly heaving. Yikes! Were that me, I’d be scared chipless.