Their hunting can take place all around the clock especially when they have young and I can recall a videocam of a Peregrine bringing back to a city building a very much alive Woodcock that was migrating at night.
Such an iconic bird, so visible and possessing characteristics so admired by humans inevitably attracts more than its fair share of attention. Its wild nature, reputation for inhabiting remote beautiful places and close association with sea and the sky above have become a symbol of the freedom which many of us earthbound mortals crave.
The Peregrine's history is a roller coaster of good and bad fortune. From the 1950's-1970's came the scandal of organochlorine pesticides, principally DDT, which due to the accumulated high levels of residues in this apex predator ultimately poisoned them to death or caused their egg shells to be so thin they would break when they tried to incubate them. A huge outcry resulted in organochlorine pesticides being banned and the Peregrine population began to recover..
Racing pigeon fanciers in the 1960's raised a petition attempting to get protection to be relaxed so birds could be culled but thankfully it failed.
Now there is the continuing onslaught from gamekeepers on upland grouse moors who continue to illegally poison and shoot them as well as other birds of prey and the lack of will from successive Governments to do anything about it.
Another insidious threat is from egg collectors but more worrying is the taking of chicks to sell on for huge sums of money to falconers in the Middle East where the Peregrine is highly prized as both a bird to hunt with and a status symbol.
Despite all this the British population of Peregrines is now a lot healthier than it was and in 2014 there were 1750 breeding pairs and by now that figure will surely be higher still. The fact that many pairs, such as the ones I went to see today, nest inland in villages, towns and cities means they are viewed as an asset that enriches the lives of those around them and to a great extent they are left to conduct their lives unthreatened and unmolested.
The villagers where I went today are delighted to have the Peregrines and keep an eye on them and their welfare. It must be very much the same in other such places.
Peregrines are well known as church goers, well at least when they come to breed on the multi coloured lichen encrusted walls of some of the more ancient of our places of worship.To them the lichen patterned rough stone and buttresses must seem very similar to the cliffs of their more natural home.
Not far from where I live in northwest Oxfordshire I know of one such medieval church where a pair of Peregrines breed. Having spent a pleasant morning watching Hawfinches in an old cemetery I made my way to stand amongst yet more ancient tombstones to watch another charismatic bird.
The church is situated in a quiet corner of a quintessentially English rural village surrounded by equally old houses and a village green of sorts. Tall trees in the graveyard are populated by Rooks, cawing loudly, fussing and squabbling around their nests in the tops of the trees and yes, there are also yews in the churchyard here too.
A classic rural scene in middle England.
Today was another sun kissed gem of a day as in the early afternoon I parked my car by the church and scanned its ancient crumbling walls.
Normally one expects Peregrines to be near the top, perched on high where they can have an overview of anything and everything that goes on below and around about.Today however the male, called a tiercel in falconry circles was perched much lower. I almost missed him perched discretely and silently on the wall of the main body of the church, taking his ease in the shade
The male's indolence indicated that the larger female was most probably incubating eggs out of sight higher up and hidden from view behind the stonework.For now the male's sole function was to help out with the incubation of their eggs and maybe provision the female with food.Obviously used to the close presence of humankind from churchgoers and villagers in the cottages nearby he showed little concern as I moved around to take images of him from various angles.
I looked away briefly and then back to find he had gone. There was not a sign of him anywhere as I circled around the outside of the church.Where could he be? Had he gone hunting maybe?
The answer soon came when I scanned a large tree opposite to the church. Peregrines like to perch in trees too and I discovered him almost at the top of an enormous bare tree, its buds about to burst. Jackdaws and Woodpigeons that often fall prey to him seemed to know he was currently no threat as they shared the tree with him but not too closely.
The sun was intense enough for me to seek the shade, standing below a wide arch that gave access to a courtyard, probably a coaching inn of former times but now gentrified into private homes.For fifteen minutes the Peregrine remained in the tree but then sought a perch back on the church and settled in classic pose on a buttress high up on the side of the church tower.
He seemed content but then suddenly flew and with flickeriing wings, circled the church before heading high and fast up into a blue yonder, then to disappear over the rolling, sunlit countryside beyond
What a pleasant hour.