It is on these rocky western coasts that the peregrine seems most at
home. Over the past few days, one or more different birds have become a totem
for this wild landscape of granite and short, salt-sprayed turf. I have
developed an eye for their presence; the distant sea stack with a telltale blip
in an otherwise rounded profile that reveals a peregrine perched and scanning
his domain.
The bird that I have spent the most time with is an adult male, whose
favourite perch I pass on the way to my own favourite ‘perch’ from where I
watch the sea for passing skuas, shearwaters and cetaceans. He seems tolerant
of my presence, secure in the knowledge that his perch, located a few dozen
metres off the cliff, is surrounded by an uncrossable sea that beats an ever present
rhythm against the shore.
The particular perch provides a panoramic view of three fields that
slope down towards the granite boulder beaches. Each of the fields delivers
rough grazing for the small group of hardy cattle that supply the island with
milk and butter. The cattle attract meadow and rock pipits, together with
passing redwings and resident blackbirds, all potential prey for a hunting
peregrine.
One afternoon I am treated to a hunt. The peregrine seems restless and
more alert than usual, leaning forward as if to peer at something that has
caught his eye in one of the fields. He bobs his head and lowers the foot that
has been tucked within his belly feathers. The foot is retracted – a false
alarm? Then more head bobbing and the foot is placed firmly down onto the rock.
A ripple pulses through the bird as it shakes out its plumage; the male
defecates and then he is airborne. A sweeping glide low over the sea brings him
at speed into the field and out of my view behind a headland. Suddenly he
appears above the headland in a vertical stall, wings outstretched, before
turning and dropping back down into the field. He must have killed something. A
few moments later and the kill is confirmed, the bulk of a female blackbird in
his talons as he flies to another of his favoured perches with his prize.
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