Back in the early spring, I spotted the female Sparrowhawk in my garden. She was perched on a branch in the conifers that divide my garden from the neighbours. She was preening herself, presumably having just had a meal.
A couple of days later, I noticed the usual cacophony of sound from the local sparrows stopped as they all quickly dived into the hedges around the garden. I looked around and saw a male Sparrowhawk, perched high in the apple tree and beautifully silhouetted against the morning sky.