Sunset Flights

While out with Jessie I could see and hear a hawk flying above. It was very odd looking, almost looked like a seagull but with a very long tail. But then it would dive on some birds and be making that almost stereotypical hawk screech, so I’m going with the hawk theory. It might have been this guy, or one of its relatives.

By the time I ran back in and grabbed the camera, the hawk was a block or so away and just barely above the trees so I never got a good shot at a picture of it. But while I was waiting, just as dusk was settling, there were…

…critters getting ready to fly, and…

…large jets headed south at 37,000 feet.

There were also little black flies that were trying to fly into my nose and ears so they could eat my brain. The good news is that because of them, there were also a dozen or so bats flitting about. Both the bugs and the bats were very quick and nimble and no photographs were available. They’re hard targets. Maybe next time. Assuming they don’t eat my brain first.