Sharpie's lunch

We were sitting quietly after a couple of hours of working in the
garden, relaxing on the deck with the cat who was just staring at some
juncos in the bushes underneath the deck. There were also some pine
siskins eating at the feeder two metres over the cat's head.

Suddenly, this sharp-shinned hawk flashed through our company,
grabbing a siskin on the way. It was so fast the cat didn't notice
anything. The hawk settled in at the corner of our garden, about ten
metres away, in some thick bushes. There are no leaves on the bushes
yet, so I could see him and took a dozen or so pictures. Eventually
he got fed up with my presence and left, though I expect he came back
a few minutes later for his bit of siskin tartare.