There was a thud on a window downstairs. We all looked at each other – the dogs and I – and then we thought we ought to investigate.
I was lucky because, for once, the dogs didn’t bark to repel borders. The one time ever.
I was amazed to see a sparrowhawk (Accipiter nisus) (pretty sure that is what it is) eating its prey – a starling, I think. I have never seen one before let alone so close to the house.
I was fascinated and the dogs followed me while I crept round the house trying to find my big camera, put in a memory card and find a place to take photos where the raptor (right lingo!) wouldn’t see or hear me.
I stayed indoors and luckily took some close-up photos, though that window needs a good clean.
If it isn’t a sparrowhawk, please let me know.
You may be interested to know that the Shetland dialect word for sparrowhawk is actually sparrowhawk. I have this on the best authority. Ditto for starling.
I am going to clean that window tomorrow. I bet I never see another exciting bird out of it again.
Addendum: Female sparrowhawk and male blackbird, I have been told by those that know!