
The Harris Hawk mirages into view over the rise of the field. Powering directly at you. Your Trinovids catch the intent in its arrow-straight flight, the malice in its yellow-ringed eyes. Imagine being the tiny, petrified prey of such a competent hunter. At the last moment the hawk stalls. Chase over. It alights on a post not ten metres from you. And your Trinovids perform another trick. They focus you so closely you can see the bird breathe.



