An apex predator, the hawk can seem preternaturally still on the branch, so much so that
you miss it at first. The ability to blend in is as much a part of the hawk’s arsenal as its keen eyesight and the incredible speed of its dive; the beak, the claw. I used to worry about our cat Tinky as he spends the bulk of his life outside in the wild, returning to eat now and then. I would not be in the least surprised if he hasn’t attracted the watchful eye of more than one hawk circling high overhead. He is the perfect size after all.
I have experimented with bringing Tinky inside, but he begins immediately looking for an escape route, as if trapped in a very large cage. He also issues these plaintive little yowls, and will continue to issue them until released or until you go mad whichever comes first. I conclude that Tinky is not going to become an inside cat after all these years in the woods. He prefers the hawk.