IMPERIOUS ON its dizzying perch, a peregrine falcon surveys its kingdom, looking out not on remote sea cliffs or rocky high country but on the traffic and bustle of the city.
I was sitting in early Spring sunshine in the grounds of Chichester Cathedral in West Sussex, admiring the towers and parapets high above, when the silhouette of a pointed wing being stretched focussed my attention.
Then, I could see the wing belonged to a peregrine with blue grey back, viciously hooked beak and an ivory chest dotted with brown speckles like a House of Lords ermine.
The bird dipped and eased itself into the breeze and sped off to hunt down its favourite prey – feral pigeons.
There was no shortage of those or other flying prey feeding along the marshy shores of
