For myself, squeeks have just sorta been this consolation prize thing I do when the planned early morning attempts at calling predators didn't pan out. In the PM when the sun is nearer to setting, I'm in this North-South running Ravine where they either feed on the steep rocky shadow side, or try to grab some of the last rays of warmth on the less rocky sun side before the sun goes too far down. They'll come out of their burrows and fart around at the bottoms of the scrub oaks dotting that remaining sunny side. Or climb up onto a rock or two in order to take in those last bits of sun warmth before it goes away as the cooler PM air is starting to return.