Head down, he was very obviously on the scent of some small rodent, weaving back
and forth and following its every movement.
Then came the moment, a sharp turn to the right, a perky little jump, and
a light landing -right on top of the animal to hold it between his paws 'til he could grab it with his teeth.
This rapid movement took all of about 10 seconds!
As he lifted his head, I saw a small brown something living its last moment before becoming
a tasty snack for the quick and clever hunter.
One last swallow, then back to work. Head down, and nose to the meadow.
Watching him work brought to mind a tune that was popular in the Ottawa Valley years ago, and sung by The Good Brothers in many a tavern. Enjoy!