It was circling, clearly looking for prey.
Just before it got to the wood it plummeted down like a stone. We waited but it didn't come back up so it must have caught something.
It was quite exciting and something I haven't seen before.
Then this morning I went into the front garden and in the corner there were feathers, not in a ring, but all in a small area. I knew straight away that the sparrow hawk had taken the blackbird that frequents our garden. I speak to him (or her) when I'm hanging the washing or weeding, or I did.
I know it is the circle of life and all that but I feel really sad that my little blackbird friend is no longer.
On a happier note next door's sparrows are providing some excellent entertainment. The sparrows have a nest in next door's loft and at this time of year they are roosting in the bushes in our garden. They are like a bunch of kids squabbling and sending bird feed everywhere and doing a great line in teasing the cats by flying by just out of reach.
I think I will take a cup of tea into the back garden to hear them chattering to cheer myself up. And the garden is looking pretty good at the moment so all in all some warmth from the sun and the sparrows should do the trick and lift my mood.