A small hawk had mistaken my semi-long hair for an animal of pray.
Last year I was sitting in a ground stand among some rocks killing time in the middle of the day watching these two chipmunks frolicking around on the rocks about 20 feet away. They were chasing each other all over the rocks.
One stood up on top of a rock after chasing the other off, feeling full of it' s self. Next thing I know the little bugger is just gone and a kestrel was winging off between the trees. He had come right over my head, grabbed that little guy and was gone as silently as he had come. It was neat to see.