Jim G and I went for a run on Saturday. Neither of us were elegant or fast, though he has a better excuse, having suffered the motorbike wreck 10 months ago.
At about 9 am, we finished. The early fall air was still crisp and a bit dew-ey from the evening before. We looked up and saw a large buzzard perched in a tree. We watched it for awhile... and then it opened it wings and just hung out for 5-10 minutes.
We realized that it was drying its wings from the dew. One doesn't think of this word often for the species, but it was majestic.
Here is a similar pic of what we saw, though this is in North Carolina on a random Flickr account. It is the very same pose.