Gathering of Eagles

An annual air show of vintage WWII era planes is the big event in our neighborhood this weekend. We are in the flight path for many of their demonstrations, and the roar of planes flying over our house sometimes makes me feel they will come right in the window next to me. They are beautiful to watch from the front yard where I snapped this blip, but frightening to listen to from inside as I type this. It is not a weekend I look forward to each summer, but today it gave me a blip. The tree tops and bit of the telephone pole in the frame should give you a sense of how low they were flying.