That sounds amazing! #Jealous.
I was sitting at home the other day, minding my own business, when I heard a thud from outside.
I went to investigate and right outside my bedroom window, not three feet from where I was standing, was a sparrow-hawk that has brought down a pigeon and was just tucking in its bib.
The sparrow-hawk saw me and flew off. The pigeon looked around as if it could hardly believe its luck and then also flew off.
I felt a bit sorry that the sparrow-hawk didn't get its breakfast, but was happy for the pigeon. Wish I'd had a camera to hand... sorry bird lovers!
Wow! Nature in action!
The closest I saw to a strike was the time I was standing on the porch and saw a smaller hawk zooming past toward the across-the-street neighbor's woods, and a frantic *thok* and scramble as something evidently narrowly missed becoming lunch.
Another time I saw a hawkfight (well, part of one - heard them keening angrily and saw the one moving in with talons out, but the trees blocked the rest.)
(And it wasn't a bird per se, but I did see the birds take off in a hurry from the mountain ash in front just as I saw a large shape moving through the trees, fast as a stooping hawk. For a moment there, I believed bobcats could fly, it moved so quick through the branches...)