I had two experiences with Sparrowhawks last year, both females so quite big.
The first one was sat on our lawn with a pigeon in its claws. As an animal lover I ran outside, the Sparrowhawk dropped the bird and flew off onto the garage roof. I thought, you nasty bird, how cruel. I gently picked up the pigeon but it was dead. I threw it in the bin. I was telling my neighbour what had happened and she said,'' You have deprived the Sparrohawk of its meal and it will go hungry.'' So...being the animal lover I am, I went to the bin, got the dead pigeon out of the bin and threw it on the lawn. A few minutes later there was the Sparrowhawk plucking the pigeon, feathers all over the place and then carried on having its meal. What a mess she left!
A few weeks later a friend rang and said there was an injured large bird on her lawn and asked me would I come and fetch it. She was afraid her cats would get it.She knew I loved all creatures and that I often helped injured ones.I went over and saw she had covered the bird with a cardboard box. I just presumed it was a dove or pigeon.As she lifted the box I gently grabbed the bird. It was a female Sparrowhawk!!
Lesson number one, NEVER pick up a bird of prey without gloves on!
As I tried to put it in the cage it would not leave go of my finger.It had dug in its claws and was not letting go. Anyway after a painful couple of minutes I managed to free my finger. The bird did recover but I often wondered if it was the same Sparrowhawk which a few weeks earlier had eaten her dinner on my lawn.
I used to have a female sparrowhawk visiting daily - until a buzzard moved into the neighbourhood and started going for her dinner. Then they both moved on whilst building work went on closeby so the regular garden birds got a break, except from the cats.
Had a real fright last summer though when coming up garden path from lower patch of jungle when a peregrine zoomed right close to me homing in on a pigeon . Normally they would sit on the spires of the old church on Main Street and then panic the pigeons that used the ledges of the building but they'd been displaced from this haunt by repairs. Main Street used to get blocked by bird watchers at their skills and it was getting normal to find feathers and blood on the pavement and cars. But who would deny these stars their food?
With spring hopefully not too far away, I'm getting just slightly anxious as a pair of ravens are eyeing up a potential nesting site on land next to me; this is not going to be good news for the regulars.
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