I've wanted to read this book for a while now, quite a few other nature books I've read have been inspired by this book, glad I gave it a go as it was a beautifully written book, almost poetic at times. Baker goes into great detail about the countryside, other animals and every aspect of the peregrines life. J. A. Baker was diagnosed as being very ill so he decided to dedicate his life to stalking these peregrines he had spotted. In the end he does start to go feral, at times when writing about the peregrine his says "we" a lot, like he has become a bird too. At times the book gets quite dark as he rants about the damage humans are doing. Here is one of my favourite lines from the book when describing humans.

"We are the killers. We stink of death. We carry it with us. It sticks to us like frost. We cannot tear it away"