As I was coming down the stairs, I spotted the Cooper's Hawk (Lady Hawk, I call her) on the ground.
I knew if she was on the ground she had probably made a kill ... and she had, a Starling.
She ate until there was nothing but feathers ...
I have ambivalent feelings about her killing at my feeders ... But it is really cold out there and I was glad for her. This will get her through another night.
Happy Wild Bird Wednesday :)