As I took laundry off the clothesline late this afternoon, a hawk cruised through my peripheral vision. I looked up and there was another. And another. Another, another, on and on, and on. I gawked for a few moments then raced inside, grabbed the camera, and captured the spectacle of many Broad-winged Hawks riding the wind. Finally, a little regretfully, I felt obligated to resume my chore, though I kept looking up.
How many hawks do you count?
