Red-winged blackbirds, pigeon wing, mountain view, sun, hawks, river, robin, moon, hornet's nest.

A Red-winged Blackbird whizzed by to our left.

We crossed the field and stopped at the large cottonwood on the riverbank beside my favorite old log with the ingenious exposed root-work. Cyberwolf received glorious battle wounds from the cottonwood's bark--proving a cottonwood tree's bark truly is worse than it's bite. He discovered a pigeon wing there, undoubtedly leftover from a bird-of-prey's meal. Jay approached me from behind and picked up two small magpie feathers near my chair. As we bid the tree and the log farewell, Jay paused to position the wing in the roots of the log.

To the right (west) of the trail lies a body of water that was once a gravel pit. On the horizon are mountains.

The sun was bright.

There were tons of hawks about. We also heard eagles, but weren't able to locate them.
Perched atop the gravel conveyor.
Further down the trail in flight.
Around the bend in a tree.
Near the towers in flight... and turning.

A bend in the trail.

A tower in the sun.

Red-winged Blackbird with feathers ruffled in mid-croon.

Cyberwolf pointing out the moon while I grin back at Jay.
The beautiful moon.

We spotted this damaged hornet's nest beside the trail.

The South Platte coursed to the left (east) of the hornet's nest.

This thin Robin alighted near us to sing.

An artsy shot of the river.

As our trek came to a close we greeted the setting sun.