Sparrowhawk
£25.00
A lot of lies about sparrowhawks, from the ‘Lies About Birds’ series. (Scroll down to read the text.) Illustrated with a poor photograph of a paper bird I have made out of old RSPB magazines.
A4 print, mounted (and put in a cellophane bag to prevent escapes).
(Please note that, regretfully, I don’t send work outside of the UK.)
1 in stock
“If it weren’t for sparrowhawks we would all be wading around knee-deep in blue tits, wearing bicycle clips to stop them eating our socks. We are so thankful for this that every day we lay out a banquet of live, fluffy little titbits for sparrowhawks to enjoy, called a bird table.
Elegant, focussed, fast and accurate, you won’t see a better bird than a sparrowhawk. To be fair, you probably won’t see one, you’ll only feel a whoosh and then notice a small handful of feathers hanging in the air where a bluetit used to be. Male sparrowhawks are Mr Darcy. Well-dressed, highly skilled, exquisitely mannered, they take pride in a clean kill and don’t play with their food. Pigeon-mutilating females, however, are larger, earthier, and have no refinement at all. Males find their raw drama irresistibly fascinating. They won’t share a dinner table with them though, there are limits.”
