Mr. Buzzard (there are three in the village, but one of them is far braver and more inclined to be seen on the ground), sitting in the middle of the cricket pitch. When he saw us he flew up to sit on one of the football goals. I often see him on the way to or from work, either sitting in a tree or on a fencepost. Once I followed him down the road for several hundred yards - he was flying a few feet off the ground, probably looking for things to eat.
They're more impressive than red kites if you see one close up.