
Perhaps the semi-rural nature of the property means that the local birds are a bit skittish, or perhaps there was something suspicious in my bearing that heightened the bird's anxiety. At any rate, this cardinal refused to cooperate, and I eventually returned to taking pictures of low-flying aircraft as they approached Detroit Metro Airport.

As a kid I used to stand in the backyard of my grandparents' house and watch the incoming planes roar overhead. As an adult, well, I do the same thing. And no: I did not use a laser-guided camera sight in snapping airplane pictures, as I prefer my own bed to a government-issued prison cot.
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Look! Up in the sky. It's a bird!
It's a plane! It's...HISTORYMIKE!!!
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