I love it when I run into birders on my excursions. Today, after taking Lorelei to the doctor (she has a ruptured eardrum with gross drainage, completely out of nowhere) we stopped at Armleder to give it one more shot, to get a decent picture of the rough-legged hawk. And we scored. I saw a few birder-types standing and looking up into the trees, and I picked up Lorelei and ran. The hawk gave us a spectacular 20 minute display, wind-hovering, kiting, sometimes hanging mid-air right above our heads.