"I say old chap! Do you mind not hunting my birds?" I said* as I waved my arms. Peewees gave the alarm call and there was a flurry on black-and-white as birds flew into the trees. The kestrel looks surprised at me leaping and waving and pulled up in a tight turn, entering the sycamore tree at high speed. There was a crash, a lot of screaming and swearing in Raptor, followed by a shower of old sycamore seeds and small brown feathers. After a moment he flew off. The yard was very quiet; the only movement were spinning sycamore seeds and feathers settling on the ground.
The only way I will ever be able to document any of this on film would be to wear a webcam every time I step outside.
Shades of Last year
*When this comes out it sounds a lot like "AAAARGGH! GETTOWDAVITYABASTARD! AAAGH! AAGH!" with leaping and waving.