I dared not move to get my camera in case I scared him off so I called downstairs to my husband to come and look. Eventually he heard me and luckily the bird was still sitting there. He crawled under the window on his hands and knees (my husband, not the bird) to fetch his camera from the bedroom, then he peeped round the door frame and took a shot (with the camera, not a gun).
Just look at that golden, perfectly round, eye - and the sharp point on that beak - deadly, I would say.
Another strange incident happened early one morning whilst we were still abed. My husband was woken by strange noises outside, he cautiously drew the curtains back a little to see what was going on - and there were two crows fighting on next doors' flat roof - was it real fighting or some sort of mating ritual? You can see all the scrape and feather marks in the frost.
There's never a dull moment round here!