Sunday morning. Having just turned away from the breakfast table, we are rattled by Bluejays outside with their cautionary calls, I look through the patio door to be faced with a dove pursued by a Coopers Hawk. Dove hits glass - and escapes. Coopers Hawk, flares & recovers and settles in the crabapple tree to compose him/herself. No meal today here, for him/her.
He's a regular here in northend Brampton.