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[From the tail of my eye, I saw what I took to be a kestrel. I turned my head to watch it as it climbed, and I waited for it to go into its hover, according to timehonoured kestrel custom. But it did nothing of the kind. It turned itself into an anchor, or the Greek letter psi. Or a thunderbolt. (uit: Simon Barnes How to be a bad birdwatcher. Short Books, 2004. p 14.)]