Spy Wednesday Sparrowhawk

When my daughter and I were eating our Mothering Sunday lunch outside the back door we saw a sparrowhawk stoop onto the back lawn. We didn't see what it had captured. I've heard it calling and seen it a couple of times perched high in the ash tree since. It was there again this afternoon and I managed a shot. It's a female and I fear that she might have taken my building blue tits as all has been quiet by the loo overflow and the box that my nephew made for me. :( 

PS I watched a programme about Jimmy McGovern talking about his series The Lakes and how his stammer lead him to become interested in words and writing as he was always looking for alternative words when he wasn't able to enunciate the first one he thought of. I thought it was a coincidence that he mentioned Ted Hughes' poem A Sparrow-Hawk. I'd been rereading it earlier. He commented that Ted Hughes' effort wasn't half as good as Gerard Manley Hopkins' kestrel poem The Windhover. I agree with him.