Then, just a few days ago, as we ate breakfast, the hawk swopped by again. All the little birds scattered. All except one. One little sparrow crouched down on the side of the feeder closest to us and hid there, perfectly still. After a while, I even started to think that maybe it had suffered a heart attack and died there. Then we heard a little "peep." It cautiously and slowly lifted its head, but it stayed right there on back side of the birdfeeder. We had a great time watching it. Sparrows don't usually sit still for long. Finally, it darted away to safety in a bush.