Two urban landscapes

This morning I looked out of the bedroom window, and there was a sparrowhawk hunting over the back greens of  the tenements. Three crows were mobbing it, following almost lazily as it crossed the gardens, then darting in sharply, almost touching, then wheeling away, a different crow attacking in its place, its beak and claws flailing. The hawk stalled and twisted, and dropped in the sky, and the crows banked and swept after it. Always chasing, never quite touching; an aggressive aerial ballet. A battle for food and survival, in miniature, right there in front of me.

Later I was through in Glasgow visiting Dad. Sometimes I'm fascinated by the Red Road flats and how impressive they can look in the right light.