A Harris hawk occasionally visits Wilden Marsh and sometimes Hoo Wood. It sits quietly in a tree, or on a fence post behind a tree, minding its own business I suppose. This hawk is a large ponderous bird that lays in wait until I’m close by before launching itself forward at the last-minute. Whether Harris Hawk, as I now call him, is perched in a tree or on a post, he falls towards the ground and me before eventually rising and flying on his way. It is very disconcerting to experience a heavyweight hawk with a substantial yellow beak and huge talons descending towards me, especially since he bowled me over in his haste to escape once before.