Staring at the Sun

After the close encounter with the roe deer, while I was lurking with my camouflage at the edge of the forest, a sparrow hawk flew towards me.

From the viewfinder I could see that, despite all my camoufalging, it had spotted me and, with those eyes, it was impossible to believe otherwise.

I waited for the right moment, when it was as close as possible, to take the picture.

Just as it veered, fast, staring straight at the sun.