There she was on the ground, between the cherry tree and the whirly clothesline. A large brown bird. A casual glance and I realised the sparrowhawk had come to call. She was tearing voraciously, sharp eyes, sharp talons, sharp beak. I must have moved or she had finished and before I could grab the camera she had flown off to the fence. Found the camera, damn the battery was flashing but she stayed. For at least half an hour, resting, digesting, preening. Afterwards I examined the feathers under the bird feeder. Not sure if it was a sparrow or a collar dove. I thought one or two of the feathers looked like collar dove but all that remained were feathers. I don’t begrudge her, they are such beautiful birds. I am sorry for the sparrow or the dove but life is like that.