What a bit of unexpected entertainment.

I'm at the filling station with my parked car by the pump. One of the busiest intersections of my town, thoroughly developed, cars and poles and wires everywhere. Well, yes, there are a few trees, shrubs, and bushes on little islands of landscaping. And nobody is surprised to see the sparrows and grackles and all.

At one decorative shrub off to the side --
all the leaves gone, naturally, bare see-through branches --
the sparrows are going bananas, shrieking, fluttering, feathers flying.

What's up with the sparrows?
I see it now: some sort of raptor, a bird of prey.
Wish I knew what kind; not used to seeing them at the filling station!
This bird is not making a kill;
it's just enjoying scaring the shit out of the sparrows.
It kind of walks around IN the branches, under the branches, of the shrub...
sits on the top, like, King Of The Shrub ...
just relaxes and lets the sparrows get all excited and flustered.

Too small to be a hawk, it seems to me.
But it flies back and forth between the
shrub, a nearby tree, and the traffic signal lights.
And when it spreads its wings and tailfeathers,
with their barred plumage,
you think, Yup, that's some kind of hunting bird.
Are there small hawks?
Impressive white breast, dark head.
BIG stout talon-legs, looks like Foghorn Leghorn when
it struts past the shrieking sparrows.
What a sight.