About an hour ago I was standing at the kitchen sink, looking out the window at a house finch on the feeder. In a flash, he was smoothed off there by Cooper's hawk.

It snatched it, landed on the ground while the finch twitched a bit, then flew up to a limb.

After the feather storm and the hawk had left, I went out to look under the limb. No skull, no rib cage, not even feet or a beak !

It was mighty cool to watch that happen.