It's just a two lane road up to the barn, narrow and edged with trees. Every few hundred feet, the canopies touch overhead, form a tunnel of shifting green.
It was in the oak tree tunnel yesterday that this hawk appeared, swooped right over the hood of the car and landed on the limb above. You can't quite tell from this photo but he's looking right at me with his fierce raptor eyes, staring over his shoulder as I snap a shot or two.
We drive off but the hawk stays put, back to serious business now that the pesky human is safely on her way.