I love this sort of thing. I was walking to the paper shop this morning and heard a whoosh sound overhead. On looking up I saw a small flock of racing pigeons and behind them, in hot pursuit, a Peregrine. After a few swift changes in direction the Pigeons comfortably shook off their pursuer, which I thought was an immature bird.
This evening a few Swifts were still on view over the garden.
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