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Sat 05 May 2004Golden eagles soaring down from DonegalEven with only half a sky (the ridge behind us hides the rest), I live with more heaven than most. Out of doors, a part of me is always tuned upwards, to the familiar transit of crows and gulls, the soaring of pipits and larks.Now and then, some novel trajectory catches my eye and I take time out to watch a purposeful peregrine or hovering kestrel. If my antennae are more than usually alert this spring, it is because of the very real chance of seeing my first golden eagle, arched two metres wide.