A Night of Nighthawks

Last night at dusk I stepped onto the balcony of our Roundhouse, and Lesser Nighthawks were drifting silently all around in the dim light, floating in the still air, suddenly quick as they found an insect. How very peaceful. Life is returning to its deep, quiet ways.

Lesser Nighthawks nest on arid slopes below our house.

(Pen and ink by Narca)