I have a love/hate relationship with raptors. I have dozens of similar memories - some the birds won others the hawks won. Hawks would generally attack as the birds were coming in to land. They were hawk evasive while flying. I can still hear the aerodynamic sound of a Pergrine falcon chasing a pigeon down to earth. Pigeon hit a fence by the loft and so did the hawk. Pigeon ran beneath loft and hawk flew away. Within minutes hawk returned and landed on ground searching for pigeon - highly unusual I think for a Peregrine.
I would stand in the back yard calling the birds in and clapping my hands to ward off the hawks. I had a good red mottled cock bird that was generally late coming in. One day I thought that he had cooped and started towards the house just as I turned I saw a Cooper's snag him right at the landing board. I felt guilty about that.
I loved flying, breeding, selecting my birds but at my present location (that I hope to never leave) I just can't justify doing it any longer. I miss them.