So we're sitting there eating when something slammed into the window right next to the table. It's kind of a picture window-like setup. And it was loud. It was a Sharp-shinned Hawk. Grandmom has songbird feeders out there, so likely the hawk was going after its own Thanksgiving dinner and overshot it into the window. My dad went right out. It was breathing and moving its beak but nothing else. He stroked its belly and kind of tucked its wings up around it. Fortunately, the bird slipped away quickly, at which point my dad placed it in the woods to let nature take its course. But not before we all circled around it, to admire its beauty, even in death.