Horsmanistan

So sue me.

A brief title change, at the suggestion of Mr. Neal Pollack.

Air Displays

There's a small airport and an air museum near my neighborhood. This past weekend the latter hosted its annual air display. Unfamiliar silhouettes abounded in the sky, and if you couldn't see a particular plane you could definitely hear it. At one point I happened to look at another part of the sky, in the opposite direction from the airfield. There I saw four hawks wheeling in formation over a patch of forest.

Apparently everybody wanted to get into the act.