This is the first book of its kind, a
distinctly personal account of watching peregrines at eyries in South Wales.
Peregrine falcons stir the imagination of town and country citizens who would
not otherwise glance twice at a spider running its web. Ron Berry reveals
landscapes, weather, seasons; he reveals himself as a witness of wild raptors
in time and place. His impressions are original, his opinions minted insights
into the fashionable, jargon-loaded debate about man in relation to his
Peregrine Watching has moments of native ecstasy, of anger and well-being,
contrasting with a particular incisive debunking of our historically
destructive, possessive, blinkered attitude towards birds of prey. Impatient
with the romanticised guff attached to conservation, and the continuing
desecration of Welsh mountains, Ron Berry gives proof of his obsessive patience
as a peregrine watcher.