While leaving the Wildflower Meadow, I flushed an immature Sharp-shinned Hawk by accident. I was able to watch its wing beats and see its tail shape to confirm it was a Sharp-shinned, rather than a Cooper's Hawk. It was just another reminder that summer was almost over. The light was already starting to fail, so the pictures aren't that great.
It was great to see something completely unexpected. Migrations season can be like that. You think you know what to expect and then you'll see something unusual.
I did get to see one of the Eastern Screech-Owls in their roost tree. They really seem to have settled down again now that most of the tree removal work is done.