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

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

Prairie falcons hunted skillfully over the sunlit plains at dawn.

The old cathedral's rooftop was guarded by stone falcons that had watched over the city for centuries.

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

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

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

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

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

While surveying raptors in the savannah, I was excited to spot a lanner falcon glide effortlessly above the grass.