At dawn, peregrine falcons darted between the canyon walls, hunting with breathtaking speed.

Berigora falcons soared above the canyon at dawn, their silhouettes etching lines across the pink sky.

Saker falcons soared over the windswept steppe, their keen eyes fixed on the small mammals hiding below.

Local guides pointed out where pygmy falcons roost in the thorn trees.

Prairie falcons hunted skillfully over the sunlit plains at dawn.

At dawn, forest falcons swoop between the trunks, their calls echoing through the mist.

The brown falcons circled the meadow before diving to catch their prey.

In summer, red-footed falcons often nest in marshy meadows near the river.

New Zealand falcons hunted snipe along the wetland margins at dawn.

From the cliff edge, I watched a peregrine falcon dive at incredible speed to snatch a sparrow midair.