On St Stephen’s Day, I awoke to see a sparrowhawk perched regally, and not at all discreetly, on the roof of one of our bird tables.
It stood, as if posing for a textbook illustration. I called the children. One came and then ran off to get “something to take a photo with. ” I tried to get her to stay and enjoy the moment.
It flew onto the boundary wall, where it perched equally comfortably, flying off before any photo could be taken.
No other birds were seen for quite a while.