While out for a run this afternoon, I hear the swoop of wings. Very, very close. Looking up, I see a large bird climbing back up from the pass, circling back around, and diving in for another overhead pass. Two, three, four, five feet miss, max. I think that happened five or six times. Second last time, I involuntarily ducked, it was that close. That bird had no fear. I felt I could have reached up and plucked the bird from the air!.