I saw a ghost a while back. He appeared out of thin air, transformed a peaceful, bucolic scene into murderous chaos, and vanished in seconds. I loved it. It was one of the never-to-be-forgotten highlights of my experiences in the natural world. The scenario occurred in a pine thicket at dusk as I perched in a deer stand not really caring if a deer showed up or not. I was content to listen to the hermit thrushes’ harsh, going-to-bed, chirring calls from the brush, while being entertained by a cottontail rabbit foraging in a small opening. Ghosts are fast. In a blur of motion, and as I watched, he caught the rabbit and disappeared. I had not seen him before the commotion and never saw him again. The event was so startling it took several moments to conjure up a rational explanation for what I had witnessed.