Here’s another bird story:
I visited a friend on Labor Day. She lives on top of a mountain in a sprawling house, with a pool and several studios. She’s an artist and bird lover. We talked about the many species of birds that inhabit her world which she feeds – woodpeckers, ravens, blue jays, sparrows and a slew of others I can’t name. I don’t know my bird kingdom.
She also owns two dogs and two horses. The occasional fox shows up at night looking for food as do many deer. 
The next day a hawk flew into her dining room, and smashed all her vases by the windows in its attempts to flee. Without breaking into a sweat, my friend threw a blanket over it and took it outside. It stood very still for a few seconds, she said, and then flew into a nearby tree and glared back at her.
I’m calling her the bird whisperer.
I couldn’t have done that. I would have panicked, and then the bird would have flown all over the house, crashing into things, the dogs would have gone after it, leaving loose feathers and flesh all over the place, and I would have ended up calling 911 and all of us going to the ER for stitches.
Calvin says, “A hawk? You’re kidding me, right? Why don’t you take me with you on these visits!?” 
Calvin & Bloggie 
She is indeed the “bird whisperer!” I would have panicked, and feathers would have been everywhere!
You and me, friend!
I envy your friend, and her instincts, and her home! It’s all I can do to cope with a spider!
I’ve rescued a few birds but they’ve been sparrows – they don’t have claws and lethal beaks!