Sparrowhawk strike

I was on the phone chatting to my daughter when, whoosh! A chestnut brown bird of prey with a long tail whizzed across the garden and came to rest in next door's apple tree. It was a male sparrowhawk, no doubt after one of the blue tits that frequent the garden now that I have hung up bird feeders. Bet the sparrowhawk is rubbing its talons together and saying, 'Thanks for the bait, you've made catching my dinner a whole lot easier."