As I stepped out this morning to replenish the birdfeeders, I heard a Pine Siskin make an alarm call. I looked up and saw the Sharp-shinned Hawk flying after a small bird. He made a quick manuever, and then there were just a few feathers floating in the air where there used to be a small bird.
I felt so bad. I had spooked that small bird and made him take flight and that was how he met his demise. The small Hawk that’s been hanging around since January is not going hungry.