I'll start with today's observation:
Nice day today. Well, a nice Tassie day. BOM gave us a high wind warning. There was a nice brief break in the rain, and that's when it happened. Our house is high on a hill. It's 700' AGL. As I stood looking out, wondering if I had time to bring more firewood inside before the rain returned, our local wedgetail zapped overhead. His wings were part folded, like they do when diving on prey. He pulled up in a graceful arc, slowing as he rose vertically. Just before stalling, he rolled into another dive. He dropped like a stone, at eagle VNE, pulled up vertical again. Again, just before stall, he rolled to the other side into another dive. Incredibly, he did his routine a third time as he disappeared between the trees down the hill.
I guess he was just so delighted to see a break in the rain, he couldn't help himself. In that few seconds, I felt his exuberance, and sheer joy of flight.
I don't think I'd have ever done it so close to the ground though.