At the Nats site there was a robin's nest with baby birds that was tucked in the bushes next to the pavilion. It drove Daddy and Mama nuts trhying to figure out how to get worms to the little tykes while with nobody noticing them going to the nest. They would always come in, park somewhere, and then dart in a round about way to the babies.
On Saturday, the little guys (well, a guy and a gal) had left the nest. The Gal had her flight feathers on, but the guy was a little dumb yet. He started hopping out by the circles while everyone was watching the finals. And Mama was playing "sucker" saying, "Hey, everybody, look at me" and darting around hoping to draw attention away from the little tyke (who was still a little dumbfounded about this whole new world he was just discovering. "Hey, what are those things up in the air. I wish I could fly like that.")
And then disaster nearly struck. While Konstantine was preparing for this third flight, Mama landed in the middle of the circle. I considered running out and chasing her away, but as he was about to start his engine, I could end up being a bigger hazard than the bird. However, the start of his engine caused her to fly away--and then back. Just as he came around on take-off she darted back into the circle and got hit. He said it felt like a lightning bolt hitting the lines and a few feathers went floating off while Mama and airplane continued to fly, each in their own direction. Konstantine went on to finish out his flight uneventfully the rest of the way and Mama made it as far as the cornfield before dropping into the corn.
We didn't know if she was alive or dead, but later on the two young-uns were still running around and Mama reappeared with a wrom in her mouth ready to feed them once more. I think she was trying to convince them that if they ate just a wee bit more maybe they could fly like Konstantine's plane that nearly, very nearly, did her in.
Leonard Neumann