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A windy day, so a flock of obstructions were swooping and soaring
above the junipers and pines at the edge of the south bluffs of the
Arkansas River.I tried to ignore them, but they kept teasing me, so I got out my
camera and took this picture:
http://i26.tinypic.com/2cqk9zn.jpgToo damned close against too damned many trees.
This was a little better, faintly showing the bald red head:
http://i27.tinypic.com/2ng6a7l.jpgAfter that, I gave up and ignored the flock of obstructions, who kept
swooping back toward me, having a fine time on the wind blowing up
from the cliffs.But then they starting going "cronk-cronk-cronk" at me, which wasn't
right because turkey vultures are pretty much mute.Sure enough, there was a ringer in the flock, soaring a bit more
awkwardly along the cliffs and making its hoarse, horrible call
whenever the vultures flew too close:
http://i26.tinypic.com/2hsanon.jpg
http://i29.tinypic.com/5xlrg0.jpg
http://i27.tinypic.com/23vezww.jpgWhoops, wrong obstruction:
http://i26.tinypic.com/152dhzq.jpgBack to the noisy one:
http://i27.tinypic.com/35at0td.jpg
http://i30.tinypic.com/4rdqhl.jpg
http://i32.tinypic.com/23mn9tf.jpg
http://i29.tinypic.com/erfz9z.jpgNormally, you just see that obstruction flying in a straight line
instead of beating back and forth, soaring into the wind and daring
you to take pictures.This solitary obstruction just felt like posing near the road:
http://i25.tinypic.com/16ne5j.jpg
http://i31.tinypic.com/30955sn.jpg
http://i27.tinypic.com/x3sw7n.jpg
http://i26.tinypic.com/21czceq.jpgCheers,
Carl Fogel
I was repeatedly dive bombed by a hawk on Hwy 24/Platte Ave as I was heading
out of Colorado Springs one day. It was both amusing and concerning to look
back over my shoulder and see it flapping it's wings as it descended right
at me to buzz me over and over again. However that was nothing compared to
the time a group ride I was on was strafed by a propeller driven crop duster
coming straight at us about three feet above the road, only to pull up at
the last second as riders began to turn for the ditches on the side of the
road.