High Temperature: 84F Low Temperature: 58F Sunrise: 7:28 am Sunset: 6:56 pm Humidity: 57% Wind: nne 4 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
Last night just after the sun went down behind the line of trees in the west, we walked up the driveway to turn off the oil pump. As my husband did the honors of flipping the switch, I heard a piercing, hawk-like cry from above. Looking up into the absolutely clear blue sky, I saw a medium-sized bird with sharply tapered wings turning and dropping and diving. Then I saw another one and another and another. They stayed fairly close together, circling high above and around the field that surrounds the oil pump. The only other distinguishing feature I could make out was a white bar across the underside of their wings. We thought they were probably night jars. A quick internet search revealed that the birds were night hawks. They look very similar to night jars, and like night jars, disappear into their environments when on the ground. But my goodness, what skilled fliers!
I was happy to think of these four birds with the fading sky all to themselves, cleaning the airspace of insects as they made their way to their winter home somewhere to the south.