They’re near-always military NH-90 copters and for some reason fly quite low. I hear one fying over around once a week. Also love the sound of them.
I live under the Long Beach Airport’s takeoff path. I get jet planes right overhead throughout the day. It was a novelty at first, but now I feel like it’s just like a semi truck rolling by on the street. Part of the landscape (or soundscape) if you will.
We get a LOT of “ghetto birds” here in the LBC also. It’s fun when you hear them go by over and over again, and then look them up on FlightRadar24 and see their little paths around town. They start at the airport and then circle around one block, then they’ll head downtown and circle around another block, then they’ll head east and circle around another block, then they’ll head back downtown and circle around another block. It’s fascinating. Like watching a bee go from flower to flower.
I have never been in a group of adult males that didn’t drop everything to search the sky as soon as they hear chopper blades. The “it’s go time” part of the brain activates I think.
Move out men
