A screaming “kee-eeeee-arr” comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.
The red-tailed hawk makes a cliché call as it soars. You’ve heard it in movies in a million mountainside scenes, as a leitmotif for Natives, and a non-diegetic joke. It’s basically the Wilhelm scream for birds. Although in my neck of the woods, you really do hear it every time you step outside.
The “kee-eeeee-arr” is found in the highest soprano register near a G7 and bends down about a fourth. I believe Axl Rose can sing this note, because Axl is a red-tailed hawk. Castrati can also make a G7, but only when they stub their toe.
I like birds.
