I heard the window and turning saw a small bird had hit on the other side from me and there was the Cooper’s hawk swooping tightly around right within an inch of the glass as it deftly caught the finch falling backwards. It took me a moment to be completely sure Coopernicus hadn’t hit too, but no, that sound was a finch-sized smack.
He then took his lunch to the middle of the fence where I could see that he, or maybe his chicks, would not go hungry–but where the marauding crows and ravens could, too, so he didn’t stay long. Territory: claimed. Lunch: accomplished.
Me: still going, Wow!