windmills of the 12

On my short trip up north last week, I was driving on the 12 to Fairfield, and I past these windmills. It was to dark on my way north, and I had no tripod. But going home, it was day, so I stopped and had an awesome time. While looking at the fence and thinking if I was able to jump over, the most birds that I have ever seen started to fly. Awesome.