Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Angel of Death

I saw it as we were returning home yesterday morning. A black shadow racing away from the bank in the field below me and flitting through the trees into the woods. That characteristic Accipiter Sparrowhawk flight – one of the most exciting on earth – of heading straight for woodland and then barrel-rolling to pass between the trees at the edge of the field.

He had killed a Maran. 

Once, a chicken

The bird lay split open, cleanly killed, gutted and shredded by the Sparrowhawk. Not good news for me, but a good meal for the Sparrowhawk, preparing itself for springtime and fertility. He or she will grow strong on a good feed of chicken.

Life, from the angel of death.

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