skree, skREE, SKREE!

 One uttered not a sound, the other was especially vocal - skree, skREE, SKREE! Always three, each "skree" higher pitched than the one that preceded it. They were both up there on Monday until the loud one flew off, its cries growing more distant by the second. I tried to will the second one to leave its high perch, just to give me one photo of its wings outstretched, but it just glared down at me, imperious-like, deigning to not give me what I wanted. They were there again on Tuesday and, again, the loud one flew off, though only to a new perch a few posts away -

skree, skREE, SKREE!

The day may be winding down by the time I get out there in the evenings, but there is still plenty to see.