How exiting can a bleary-eyed glimpse out of the upstairs windows be on a grey and grim morning at the end of February.  Usually not at all, but this morning was different when I slowly focused on a sparrowhawk perched very quietly on the brick wall in my Wrenthorpe garden. Understandably, the usual sparrows and other small birds that normally feed on my offerings were no where to be seen!  The photo was taken in low light and through the window, but hopefully it still shows what a really handsome bird it is.

male sparrowhawk, Wrenthorpe