Today was the Big Day; that first wonderful warm spring day when I set all my outdoor stock tanks in place for the season. My dog Duke and I were hard at work for a couple hours...although he was there in more of a supervisory capacity

...and about noon we were heading across the lawn to one of the sheds to get some tools. As we approached the corner of the house, an unmistakable and familiar
thud! was heard from just around the corner. Immediately, a small bird crashed into view on the grass right at the corner. He'd struck the window on the other side and law stunned on the grass. But, a split second later, an Accipiter hawk careened around the corner and dove at the hapless victim, then spotted me and Duke and did a quick course correction into the nearby brushy pasture.
Obviously the small bird had been trying to evade the quick and agile hawk and had zigged when it should have zagged, smashing into the window. And wouldn't you know it? The yard is literally full of Dark-eyed Juncos, at least 60 or more swarming the feeders, but the sad victim of this debacle was the single Fox Sparrow that I had spotted this morning. Between spring and fall migration, we have hundreds of Juncos pass through the yard, often in large numbers together (as they are now); Fox Sparrows are seen for only a few days in the spring and again in the fall, and the largest number I've ever hosted at one time is likely less than a dozen. And yet that's the bird the dang hawk set his sights on for lunch.
I certainly don't begrudge seeing a hawk or shrike or other predator take a prey item, but sometimes I wish they were a little more cognizant of relative abundance of the various species they eat.
Oh, and...
Deadeye
? The hawk put on his brakes, and for a split second was hanging in the air at eye level, not more than 10 feet from me, in full sunlight, wings and tail fully spread...before he hightailed it out of sight. It was a full adult bird, beautiful steely blue/gray above and barred with rust on his underside. Magnificent, and aside from the brief time involved, I couldn't really ask for a better view. And yet...I'm pretty sure it was a female Sharpie, but it might have been a male Cooper's...Accipiters are tough.
I took Duke inside to keep him from worrying the bird, and crossed my fingers for its recovery. Didn't happen.
