Yes, I saw, or rather, heard a whoosh and a crash as ‘something’ landed in the small apple tree near some tall, mature trees; to see.
then two or three small squeaks then nothing. Then I remembered what I actually saw, which was the pleated fan of feathers of the tail of the bird (the sparrowhawk).
The sqeaks were probably from the prey, a blackbird. It’s cruel, but nature has no conscience.
There’s no MacDonalds out there for the hungry! It’s the survival of the fittest! A brilliant display of feathers and an event which not everyone is priviledged
The above is a vivid description and I’d like to say thanks for sending this description of nature at work.