Unfriendly birds in the sky.


They were right above us.  That booming staccato, growing larger and louder.  People looking up in their yards, hands shielding their eyes in an involuntary salute.  My wide-angle lens shrinking them down but I could see them clearly, closely.  Black, unmarked, ominous.

This is going to be a great weekend to get the heck outta town.