A red kite. Not that unusual here. But we are in the habit of throwing waste meat trimmings - in this case some scraps of chicken thighs - into the field at rage bottom of our garden, rather than into our compost. And this time, as well as a couple of magpies, a young kite appeared, and eventually swooped - well tumbled more like - in and grabbed some. It was low and close enough that we could see it grab the food in its beak from its claws whilst on the wing. Cool.
