One day in our garden I saw a bird. It looked like a owl. Miara thought it was a kestrel but it didn't looked like one. I found out it was a Sparrowhawk who was a baby girl. I called her Sylvie. We took pictures and looked at it with our neighbours. There was no birds apart from 4 pidgeons and it was there for 45 minutes.
Run every bird. SPARROWHAWK ALERTTTTTTTTT!
Finally she flew away.
She flew on the roof.
Hide!
Better luck next time
She swooped down and went into a bush and we heard birds squeaking but when she came out she didn't catch anything. The doves and the pidgeons were to big to be eaten.
Haha
Phew!
Can't get us
Then she came towards the door so mummy was scared and closed the door quickly but as mummy closed the door, she turned left, down the road.
We went for a walk, saw Daddy's fake colleague, his wife and his dog and went for a Sylvie hunt. She was on the rooves and flew from house to house quickly over hedges, drives and cars. The last time we saw her was on a house but then she flew away. We hoped she'd come back but she never did. I know she'll come back, she just needs time.