If it weren’t for the oncoming calls I heard saying over and over, “kill-deer, kill-deer, kill-deer”, I would have missed this small flock of birds doing a fly-by. This bird calls it’s own name, the Killdeer.
They kept calling as they passed by, about a couple dozen total.
Below is a crop of above.
The Killdeer fly-by and sound were magical!
And then just like that, they were gone. Their continued calls fading in the distance.