On Tuesday when I came home from work, there was a large-ish bird in the cherry tree in the front garden. It didn't recognise it right off as the sun was in my eyes. When it flew over to our big cedar tree, I realized that it was a sparrowhawk. Oooh!
Note: This is where the sparrowhawk WAS - Don't look for him in this photo. He's gone.
Later I saw that it was back in the cherry tree and then hopping all over the top of the hedge in the front garden with a couple of little song birds freaking out below him.
I guess the bird feeders in the small clearing that is our front garden and all the tall trees near by makes for a perfect feeding ground for a hungry sparrowhawk.
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