I really don't know what the squirrel was looking at. He probably just didn't want to pose. But he'd been staring at me until I took his photo.
A Mississippi Kite, a hawk, once nested near the backyard and decided she didn't like me. It's not fun stepping out of your backdoor and looking up to see a bird sitting in a tree, watching for you to get away from the door so she can dive at you. She did chase me back in the house once, and another time I turned around to see her coming straight at me from behind and the look on her face and the clench in her claws concerned me. She won that round too. I started wearing a hat when I went outside and that helped. I was relieved when she left.
But this weekend, indoors or out, I will be spending time with my manuscript.