Unusual for a Friday, but the Condors were out doing maneuvers and formation flying practice near our house this afternoon.
As is usual when they’re near, the blaaaaaaaaaaaaat of four big, old, radial engines makes a very loud and distinctive sound, so I yell, “TEXANS!” and run outside to watch. (The planes that the Condors fly are Texans, also known as SNJ’s, or Harvards if they were of British manufacture – all the same type of plane, a WWII trainer.)
Today I didn’t have time to grab the good camera, but I always have my phone, so…
One note about last night’s post – the uncommon bird that was hanging out was a White Crowned Sparrow. It was pointed out that someone (i.e, ME) somehow forgot to include that key fact.
Oops! Story of my life…
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 