I had a few good 70-mph bird sightings along the way:
- A hawk, probably a red-tailed, on a powerline, not just hunkered down to watch for its next meal, but erect on its feet, looking down, utterly alert and poised for action.
- Another hawk standing upright and still in the grassy ditch at the side of the road
- A great blue heron's slow, majestic flap as it disappeared behind a line of trees that concealed a river
- The incongruous beauty of a pure white egret against the green of a wetland amid the industrial blight of urban Indiana near Chicago
Addendum, Sept. 8: Two weeks later, I suddenly remember that I also saw what I think must have been two sandhill cranes by the side of the interstate. They were tall, and their neck/beak configuration didn't say "heron" to me, so although I've not seen cranes live before, and didn't have a field guide handy, I think they must have been.
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