Tamed, the garden is where we expect to meet nature half way, but the truth is often hidden away from us. We are not often confronted by its violence and its cruelty.
I am lucky enough to live in a home that is usually surrounded with bird song, especially in the morning. But this morning I was confronted by an eerie silence. Looking out at the garden all I could see were feathers scattered around the ground feeders.
A cat instantly sprung to mind as I looked around the plant pots and borders of the patio. But there opposite me on the ground was the sparrowhawk devouring its prey.