We skipped out on the poor weather to the south today, and instead went up the mountain behind the house. Spent some good time shooting and enjoying the sunshine, good times. We were hopeful to see a rock chuck or squirrel or something, but as the day wore on, it didn't seem like it was gonna happen. But then just a while before we started packing up, we heard the barking of a squirrel across the canyon. So we set to looking, and chubbles found him messing around under a rock. I grabbed the camera just in time:
The first shot was a bit low, and ricocheted into him, the second one made a little bit more of a mess.
The first shot was a bit low, and ricocheted into him, the second one made a little bit more of a mess.