Yesterday at Bev’s I opened the back door and saw Charlie, her cat, with a big bird in his gob. I assumed it was a pigeon but a slightly closer look showed it to be a hawk! A sparrowhawk. I had heard a plaintive cry a bit before, and that was a sparrowhawk, probably crying out for its mate.

Sparrowhawks are efficient hunters of small birds, but so is Charlie but some small birds will live longer because he hunted a hunter.