After breakfast

It was early this morning when this guy showed up right outside the kitchen door. He looked around and saw no little birds. Of course he had scattered all of them.

When he saw me, he calmly turned around and headed to our apple tree. He stayed there for another few minutes, still looking for his second breakfast. I say "second" because his face still had part of his first breakfast stuck to his bill.

Eventually he was gone.

He did not look like our regular sharp-shinned hawks, but I think that was just because he's young, wet from rain, and dirty-faced.