Unfriendly birds in the sky.

125/365

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.