In days goneby when today’s old men were children, ribbons of Nighthawks, sometimes in thehundreds, would stream south just above the rooftops as the sunset gives itsdeepest colors. And sometimes, themorning sunshine could find a sleeping Nighthawk on nearly every streetlightfor blocks around. Today this is nolonger so. Now and then, theneighborhoods along Lake Saint Clair see or hear a single or perhaps a fewNighthawks at a time pass over in theevening quiet. Alas, what has happened?