Sharpie

I noticed it was quiet at the bird feeder and also that a junco was stock-still in the fir tree on our deck.

Methought, "There must be a hawk."

And there was: this sharp-shinned hawk, his head turning back and forth as he searched for a bird to take. He waited for over 45 minutes in a tree, attentive to everything, including me. Then he finally gave up the wait.

Five minutes after he was gone, the littler birds were out feeding again.