So Many

wildflowers out today at Holbrook Hollows.  There were more, but honestly, how many can I put in a collage?

The real event was hearing the shrill screams of the red-tailed hawk before it flew up to the pylon.  It was next to me in the brush as my shoes crunched on the bridle path going down into the hollow.  Sheesh.  I wouldn't want to tangle with it.  That bird would do well in a horror movie, which I hear, are back "in" this year for some reason.