Lunch with the Sparrowhawk

A call from my mother: “There’s a bird of prey sitting in our linden tree.” Sure enough, and what a bird it was! A female sparrowhawk, if I’m not mistaken, and she’d made a fine kill… small, yellow plumage, and ringed. A canary that someone’s missing now? I’ll attach a picture of the band.

I climbed onto the conservatory roof on the second floor and slid down to within about 5-6 meters of it. Too many branches, but I managed to get a few good close-up shots. The whole garden was in an uproar. The small birds were squawking, ravens and magpies came and perched in the tree with her, albeit keeping a respectful distance. Bloody, but that’s nature, right in our gareden, in the middle city.