Sorry if this is a bit long - you've been warned!
Sunday lunchtime Squawk, the Blackbird was 'got' by a Sparrowhawk. I'd been tied up all morning trying to sort out a pc problem and by midday was very knobbed off.
Consequently, I walked through the dining room without checking if she was waiting under the bushes to be fed. She has a escalating routine:
1) Wait to be spotted under the bushes.
2) If not spotted, fly as conspicuously as you can onto the patio table.
3) If still not noticed, land on the doormat and jump up and down.
She's normally a feathered Meerkat, constantly scanning the sky, so I can only assume she'd been waiting a while and was as knobbed off as me.
I heard a thud as something hit the patio door. I turned and saw the Sparrowhawk on the patio with something. I was pretty quick to the door and scared it into flight - carrying a Blackbird; I immediately knew who.
Instead of flying off, it flew under the Pyracantha at the end of the garden and I sprinted after it, getting there within seconds. This frightened it into flying off empty taloned.
Crawling under the plant I found Squawk still alive, breathing heavily and shaking. After a short chase I managed to pick her up and look her over. There was only a slight sign of blood, but I could feel her heart going like a triphammer.
I brought her back and sat indoors in the warm by the patio door with her in my palm, gently stroking her back (I caused a parrot to fall off it's perch when it fell asleep whilst doing that). her heartbeat slowed really quickly and she started looking around. She, not surprisingly, refused a mealworm and after a while hopped off my hand and tried to go through the patio door. Once I'd opened it she ran accross the patio and onto the raised bed at the end.
I figured that either internal injuries or shock would do for her or she'd survive and likely not return because of the Hawk or the fact I'd caught her.
Yesterday I fed the birds early morning, as usual and there was no sign of her; but no corpse, so not all bad. Her kids were about, but staying at the end of the garden, by the spiny bush. She didn't appear throughout the day.
This morning, midway through filling the seed trays, a Blackbird appeared in the Cherry in front of me. I thought it was one of her kids, who is so nonchalant that I've nearly put my hand on him trying to fill a tray with dried mealworms when he'd already dived in.
This Blackbird flew down the garden to below the bushes. I went and got some fresh mealworms (she still won't eat dried, even though she's not feeding young) and put them in her dish. She waited just behind it, within a foot or two of my hand. Looks like I've been forgiven. She seems a bit slow and sore, but flying and eating.
I can only wish a car or cat interface for the bloody Hawk, I know it's only doing what's natural, but stupidly, I'm involved.