Sarah
saw two towhees at the feeder base today, black and orange plumage with their
characteristic back scratch way of searching through the cast off on the
ground. We haven’t had them around since late May, and I suppose this in an
indication of their autumn migration southward.
This
morning was notably dark at 5:00, and this thought of transitions is certainly
evident in the heavenly progression. The gloaming of dawn didn’t hint until a
little before six, and all too soon we’ll accelerate further toward more hours
of darkness.
Walking
back home at this hour, the sky took on the iridescent purple, where the canopy
of white pines overhead lay in sharp black contrast against the lightening sky.
Crickets and grasshoppers were the only sound. There were no birds calling
whatsoever, and their absence is a conscious reminder of the transition that
has really been slowly happening since March, I suppose.
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