Mid afternoon, and a resounded crash from the direction of the kitchen. I rushed from the sitting room, flung open the kitchen door; just outside, a bird of prey atop a dead pigeon. I can only imagine that the very dead victim had crashed into the door in a desperate attempt to flee from the bird of prey.
The sparrowhawk, and I think it was a female, defiantly glared at me, and sort of dragged her meal under cover behind some pots on the patio and under the honeysuckle.
I naturally rushed for my camera and not wanting to scare her, was quite careful to turn off my flash and keep my distance. I took about seventy not very good photographs until I realised she had no intention of abandoning her catch, and managed to edge closer.
Apologies for the gore, but that’s nature, innit?