It started off as a normal morning. It was a murky day outside. I was busy preening on a perch next to the kitchen window, and my owner was sitting at the table right next to me, eating his breakfast and listening to the radio.
When, suddenly, I let out a loud shriek of panic and fell to the ground. My owner was a bit slow to react, thinking that I’d simply slipped off my perch. He casually turned to look, and then his eyes came face to face with those of a large female Sparrowhawk, sitting on the windowsill the other side of the glass.

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