This morning was a typical Sunday morning - a large communal bowl of porridge for bears and humans, big mugs of coffee and lots of chat, when Bev suddenly said "is that a hawk in the garden?". We bears made sure we finished the porridge before checking, but the humans abandoned their breakfasts and scurried off for their cameras and the digiscope to get a better look.
It was a beautiful sparrowhawk, which had caught a little goldfinch and proceeded to eat it in our garden. While it was a pretty gruesome 15 minutes as it gobbled up the tiny bird, it gave us plenty of time to admire this beautiful bird of prey and for Bev to take lots of photographs. The sparrowhawk sat under the bushes to eat the goldfinch, then flew onto the fence and finally flew away.
And although we felt very sorry for the poor little goldfinch, we felt very privileged to have seen the sparrowhawk in our garden.
It was a beautiful sparrowhawk, which had caught a little goldfinch and proceeded to eat it in our garden. While it was a pretty gruesome 15 minutes as it gobbled up the tiny bird, it gave us plenty of time to admire this beautiful bird of prey and for Bev to take lots of photographs. The sparrowhawk sat under the bushes to eat the goldfinch, then flew onto the fence and finally flew away.
And although we felt very sorry for the poor little goldfinch, we felt very privileged to have seen the sparrowhawk in our garden.
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