If Looks Could Kill

This morning's wander took us back along the cliff path just after sunrise when the air is cool and clear and views go on for miles. Below us a slight sea, its waves hardly bothering to break, gives out a sigh that is mirrored by the wind as it drifts through the trees, it is as if the world is struggling to wake up.
Jackdaws patrol the cliffs, all suited and booted in polished black, dressed for dinner rather than breakfast and making sure that everyone within earshot knows just how important they are. There is a Raven too but he doesn't look impressed by the Jackdaws and so watches the Pigeons: something has upset them, scared them from their perches, and he looks like he knows more than he is letting on.
Just then the unmistakeable call of a master preditor rips through the still Autumn air like a knife, and the reason for the Pigeon's upset is clear. I think that it is perhaps imposible for a Peregrine to look particularly happy, but this one looks seriously annoyed!