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

While hiking along the river at dawn, we were startled by the piercing call of a laughing falcon perched high in a ceiba tree.

A pygmy falcon perched on the termite mound, scanning the savanna for prey.

Several falcon-gentil huddled together on the cliff, their feathers ruffling in the wind.

A stone falcon perched on the ledge, its sharp eyes scanning the rocky ravine for prey.

A prairie falcon swooped low over the sagebrush, snatching a vole before it reached the burrow.

The brown falcon perched on a fencepost, scanning the dry paddocks for rodents.

The shaheen falcon dove through the canyon, pursuing a flock of sparrows with breathtaking speed.

The falcon-eyed ranger spotted the hidden trail from a hundred yards away.

During the deployment, the squad realized a blue falcon in their ranks was selling information to outsiders to protect his own interests.