A sad story

When I opened the curtains this morning I jumped when I saw a bird of prey lying on it's back underneath the patio doors. I thought at first that it had broken it's beak but it was in perfect condition. I thought back and remembered hearing a thud on the roof. Did this bird fall out of the sky?

It is currently lying on the balcony just in case it came back to life and so the local cats wouldn't get it. It turned out to be a Sparrow Hawk and it is incredibly beautiful. I felt that I had to draw it - I would have felt awful if I hadn't - don't ask me why.

Now, what do we do with it?