We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Our local Sharp- Shinned Hawks have been daily visitors at our bird feeder. They are picking off innocent sparrows daily. It's a circus out there. Sparrows smash against our windows trying to escape. That's why Mrs. BD terms it a Sharpie-feeder. That's fine me with me because I am a carnivore too, and I like meat rare.
And each morning around 3 AM I hear our neighborhood hoot-owl - a Great Horned - establishing a nesting territory. They have already mated, will lay their eggs in January in the snow and frigid weather in an old crow's nest. That's how they roll, and it works.
If a cat was wreaking the havoc among the birds your sharpie is, you would have a conniption fit right on this site. Show the fox with the cat picture every day for a month.
Over the last 30 years, the numerous cats we have had have killed only a small fraction of the small birds that the damned sharpie in our woods has. If it were legal, I'd kill it. Actually both of them. We are cursed with a pair.
The red tail hawks are coming to our feeders to dine and unfortunately the kill is usually the slower dimwitted cardinals or doves. The owls must have moved their territory as I haven't heard them as in years past. I have to confess I have no idea what a sharpie is and when I look it up it only refers to the writing instruments. I like cats and usually all animals but do hate any predictors kills, but I know they have to eat too.