It's that time of year again. When we first moved here 11 years ago I heard the roar of what sounded like a war plane or an airplane-crash-waiting-to-happen above our house one January morning. I ran outside and saw what I thought was some foolish dare-devil pilot flying his small plane in loop-de-loops over my head. Then came one after another and I eventually realized this must be an organized effort. We've now come to look forward to this aerial treat; some years we drive on over to Cable to watch and other years we sit in the front yard and marvel at those fearless flyers and surprises in the sky.
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