We Watched The Local Flyover

So on Friday, we watched the flyover of the B2 bombers that honored….well, we have the planes, why shouldn’t we get to see them once in a while?

To be honest, it looked like a hawk.

Well, that is a hawk. We went outside about 6:18 to watch for the 6:22 flyover, and a little before the plane appeared, this hawk dove at something in the front yard of Nogglestead. It must have not liked what it saw or missed, as it flew south of Nogglestead looking for something else.

As the hawks often hunt and circle in pairs, my beautiful wife thought the B2 was the second hawk when it appeared and told the boys, no, it was a hawk.

It was the plane, the plane:

It flew east to west and banked wide to the west and south; given how high it was, it might have gone over Mount Vernon and Marshfield or Aurora as it banked.

It then flew south to north on its way home to base, probably over Springfield, Bolivar, Clinton, and maybe Sedalia.

You know, some would say that it’s a twee bit of money wastery to have military planes fly over as a salute to, what, health care providers? First responders? Grocery store stockers who haven’t had a day off in months?

But there’s little uniting in this country even amid an overhyped national emergency (see how I said “overhyped”? Clearly I am on one side). One of the few things might be, for many people yet, the sight of our military materiel and the perhaps-dormant patriotism they stir.

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