The birds who visit our backyard feeders are changing.
Migration time has begun.
Autumn may begin at any day, at any dawn.
We may awake one morning and feel the damp cool night air still lingering. Sunrise might be a little later. And the birds who visit our feeders are different ones.
"You travel in neat kin groups over latitudes.
You prefer to eat the seeds spread on the ground.
The centuries have changed, there are new numbers.
We are counting on many things, including you."
-Old Acquaintance by Mark Jarman
Be safe, dear friends. I keep your songs in my heart.