Sparrowhawk

I adore Sparrowhawks.

I stumbled upon this one in a tree and it was always going to spot me and fly off. It was heavy with a fresh meal in its crop and wanted a rest to digest.

Don’t we all.

It flew a wide circle away and then came back, as if a little indignant that I was still there, disturbing its favourite food-digesting perch. It flew off heavily.

Magical.