When the raptors came

 However high a raptor is and to hear it call, and to see it is always awe-inspiring.

I had wondered why there were more than a couple of pockets of avian cries that bordered on warning and anxiety as I plodded on uphill, until minutes later I heard piercing calls from above, and there they were, three magnificent ones, later identified by senior birders as Oriental Honey-buzzards of the torquatus tweeddale morph, residents, thermalling and shrieking.  Even from a distance, these birds awed.

This one circled the lowest, enabling reasonable images for firm identity.

And then it was a chase to attempt shots of the other two as they thermalled further and higher away.

Fortunately an opportunity came where it was just enough to capture the second one.

And finally the third that kept consistently the highest up.