Next a peacock snatched a crisp from her hands as we picnicked.
The eagle was a near-miss at a bird show on the mountain, close enough to mess her hair. Then the far-travelled vulture landed on her toes.
The photograph shows only my legs. I was too distracted by the falcon being teased along the row of tourist heads to frame the shot. But she doesn’t need a photo. She sees feathers whenever she closes her eyes.