In reply to Sanjeev Nanda:
Loads, and this is a great thread. While waiting for a shot at a stag which lasted about two hours, as it was a sunny windless day and the deer were eating, crunching down on their fill. We were so close to them that we couldn't speak, we were getting fed up but couldn't do anything about it, and any movement was done in ultra slow motion. Suddenly, a shadow appeared to our side, we felt a blast of air and heard a whoomf, we raised our heads to see a golden eagle in full stop mode, deciding to abort it's kill as we must have looked too huge, about ten feet above us, wings outstretched. It shimmied off to the side and flew away and we followed it with our eyes. Turned back to look at the stags and they were all running away, alerted to our presence. We went home empty handed that night, but thrilled with our sighting. Another eagle time, and I'll be careful here, a keeper had built a crow trap below a crag which held eagle nests. He left meat to tempt a crow and left it alone, telling us proudly what he'd done that night at the larder. In the very early morning, one other and myself went to destroy it. A crow was already trapped, skreching it's frustration which only got louder as we approached. As my pal set about wrecking the cage, I saw something moving fast approaching us. At the moment the crow flew off, this eagle went between me and my pal at our head height at top speed and again I felt the wind pressure change with a fast moving big bird. The crow got away, and so did the eagle. We had a silent laugh to ourselves in the larder that night, hearing our keeper complain that bastard bird watchers had wrecked his cage. On a bit of a roll now so one last one. Repairing a hill road once, with pinch bars and shovels, and heard that whoomf noise above our heads, we looked up to see feathers raining down on our heads and as we turned we could see a pigeon drunkenly trying to stay aloft, trailing a cloud of feathers, and as we looked further along, there was the peregrine, executing a wide turn to have his second go. He missed again and the pigeon made it's way into the safety of the wood. The peregrine pulled up and over the trees and disappeared from sight. These big birds are great, and every one of them is precious. So are all the rest though. I once spent a good half hour watching a magpie flip our coconut suet feeder round a branch with her beak, She would twist her head and body to take a grip of the string in her beak, flip it and time a trap to the string with one of her feet, and then repeat until the feeder was next to the branch and eat her fill. It wasn't a smooth operation and sometimes when she stamped her feet she'd let the string go, dropping the feeder to the bottom again, and so she'd start again. Magical.