Camped last week at Little Crater Lake, one of my favorite spots in the Cascades. Mid-week the campground was virtually empty, and the open subalpine meadow nearby was the stage for a dozen Common Nighthawks swooping and peenting in the dusk. When night has darkened the forest, the sky remains sourcelessly bright for a span of fifteen minutes, and in silhouette they cut across it on long, long, pointed wings, a smooth aerial dance of moment-to-moment improvisation. #Oregon#Birding#Nighthawk
