I'm nine floors up in outer Scarborough (or, as we call it down here, The Bro), facing West, and every once in awhile I find animal poop on the balcony of my condo unit. Too big for a mouse or rat--and how could they get up here anyway?-- not a furry pellet like owls produce, and not an acidy splat like pigeons or gulls. I figure I'm dealing with a hawk of some kind, as I've seen them flying among the buildings and resting on balcony railings in the afternoon when nobody's home. Its kind of neat to think a red-shoulder perched on my patio chair, sleeping, and they are welcome to do so. Bit rude to abuse my hospitality like that, however.