Six
juvenile delinquents descended into the large boughs of the white pines that
border the house on the northern side. You’d think from the fanfare that they
expected we missed them. Early summer, we experienced the calls of the
songbirds, melodious mating songs which began well before dawn and continued
throughout the day. Later in the summer they waned, but the background noise of
mourning dove and chick-a-dee, evening cardinal and catbird all persisted.
Now
there is much less consistency, which made the blue jay cacophony so
contrasting. From wherever they resided this summer, it appears these
troublemakers have returned, like a gathering of teenagers just wanting to push
the boundaries of propriety.
I
suppose we’ll break out the shelled peanuts soon, tossing them on the back
porch in the morning as some sort of appeasement.
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