Sunday evening, as I packed in my gear after watching birds in the late afternoon, I looked up into the gathering storm clouds to see two hawks, flying far too high for an amateur like me to be able to ID from my little spot on the planet. Both were gliding peacefully on thermals, which carried each bird in a different direction, it seemed. I guess that was due to the storm's turbulent winds.
I wish they'd have come lower, so I could at least attempt an ID, but inspired by the Stokes' abundance of hawk-watching posts, I am going to head outside this afternoon after work and see if I can't get some IDs based on my Peterson's silhouettes of hawks from below. I hope I see at least one. They're seeing literally hundreds per day up in New Hampshire.
I'll report my sightings tomorrow.