James Bean
Well-known member
Tragedy! In #120 I referred to a Sparrow Hawk visit two days ago. Well, it returned today and its victim was... Wonky Bill. I blame myself, encouraging the birds by feeding them, so inviting predators to take advantage of the situation. I had checked, of course, to see if 'the coast was clear', and so it seemed. No skulking shapes in the trees. But when I heard the same dull thud as on Thursday, I feared the worst. I put down the Goose fat I'd just got out of the Fridge for Wonks, and looked out the lounge window, to see a Sparrow Hawk dragging a black/dark-grey Pigeon across the lawn. It was evidently Wonks, and too late for me to intervene, so I had to let nature take its course. After 10 minutes, something disturbed the Hawk so it flew off, but soon returned to finish what it had started. At least I got a hug from my wife when I told her about my sad loss, aware of how much I looked forward to Wonky's daily visits and devising little treats for him. The light was fading fast as I took a last picture of the scene in the garden rockery, the Hawk still occupied with eating for its own survival. Ah well, that's life... and death.
Signing off now.
Signing off now.