...this little bugger, right here:
our personal Sharpshin hawk, it seems. He's been hanging around for
more than a year now, and while he MOSTLY does his actual sparrow
killing elsewhere, he delights in zooming through the yard when the
chickens aren't looking and sending them into a panic. They then get
all pissed off and cackle and bark at him for 20 minutes. Even when we
go out and try to shoo him away, he'll sit on the power lines right over
our heads, favor us with a brief, dismissive glance and then shake out
his tail and start preening.
Cheeky little blase bugger! It's a good thing he's so cute and that we love birds of prey...