There was a fledgling osprey screaming, somewhere behind me.
I swung around and found I had a lens full of eagle.
Between me and the sun, this 4-year-old bald eagle flashed past, 
chasing the fledgling osprey and trying to get the smaller bird to drop its catch.  
The osprey hung on, screaming, and dove between me and the tree I was under.  
The eagle suddenly saw me and rolled over on a wing-tip and was gone.
The action was so close I couldn’t get both birds in the photo.

The peregrine found me and my friend today and gave us a very, very quick look at him as he flashed past.
His patterns were stark against the very grey sky.