Nature brownish in beak and claw

There is a moment on the patio when suddenly the song birds and sparrows have gone, the Pheasants have scuttled off and the seed, nuts and fatballs are unattended. Rosie the Cat? Boots? No it is the dramatic arrival of Sadist the sparrow hawk.. Today it was unsuccessful in its murderous quest. It knows that the little brown jobs will ofen dart into the woodpile as a refuge and Sadist will now go straight into the woodery in the expectation of a quick breakfast. No luck today and after a bit of frustrated strutting he stormed off to beat the wife a bit.

Apologies for quality of image. Through murky glass onto a murkier patio is not ideal studio conditions  ¶ 9:21 AM