I was just outside in the front garden, shifting my compost bin (in readiness maybe for a blue recycle bin – to replace the box) and generally tidying up when my neighbours came back. We had a bit of a chat over the rake, so to speak, and as we were talking about the houses they had been off visiting and of trips to Ikea to furnish such places, a Sparrowhawk (or something similarly big) flew straight into the wall of next door, rebounded down to the ground and flew off, as Pepper leapt towards it. As the sparrowhawk flew off low, and up and over next-door-but-one’s wall, Pepper went to sit and look put out that he didn’t get it.