Out bright and early one morning and while wandering along a headland above a dyke a hen Sparrow Hawk lifted up out of the dyke and flashed by. Lucie and I on the early morning walk had disturbed her finishing her breakfast. There were feathers scattered all round the dry mat of reeds at bottom right where she'd consumed a pigeon that she'd taken out in mid-air and that's all that was left, just feathers.
The speed and power of those hawks astounds me, We sometimes see her zooming around in the orchard looking for breakfast or supper with an amazing display of agility and speed. Survival is a tough business.