Beautiful probably isn’t the word to describe it, but then again it could?
We have a couple of sparrow hawks that have been using our urban garden as a regular stop recently for breakfast, not sure why? Sometimes they bring a pack lunch, sometimes they pick something up here.
I can watch them from a couple of metres away and see the beauty of their markings and the bold black and yellow eye that watches constantly for any movement, the power of the beak and legs as they move their prey into a manageable position is so nimble yet so powerful.
One day last year a bird just arrived and stayed under the twisted hazel tree for shelter from the heavy rain, just bouncing between the stones looking for a dry spot. Must have been in for around 30mins just doing nothing but watching and listening. Couldn’t take my eyes off it.
One arrived yesterday, brought its own lunch, tucked in then took off. I find it fascinating being that close to something that I wouldn’t have expected to find in a garden on an estate on the edge of a busy town.