As i took my morning walk, I saw a man pointing his camera toward the branches of an oak beside the path. He pointed this beauty out to me, only about five feet above us. It flew to the next tree, higher, but I was still able to capture it. It had lovely black-and-white barred tail and wings, which we saw as it flew, but I don’t know what kind it is. It looked all fluffed up, but since the air was about 75 degrees, it wasn’t trying to stay warm. It was still in the same place when I passed, returning home.
Ann Dickinson Sargent 