So I get this phone call from my mom..
Dad is at the back door whispering.. "Come here..."
Sure enough, perched in the tree next to the garage..
Mr. Hawk - heavily eyeing up the coop for lunch-du-jour.
When he saw us watching him, looks could kill. No chicken salad for you today mister. I am leaving the ladies in! I think he is a Sharp-Shinned Hawk? He took off shortly after he learned his lunch plans were spoiled.