It's calm and warm and all the surfaces are wet. A breeze ruffles the creek then it goes glassy again. Cormorants flew downstream and kingfishers disputed over fishing grounds. The "handkerchief" spiders have been busy making sheet webs. The creek water is much less murky - I assume that means it is colder. The sky is again that perfect blue that won't even accept contrails.Now that there are no fledglings to feed, and possibly b
ecause of all the seeds and berries, the feeder is lonely. I startled some sunbathing doves and heard chickadees, but that's about it. Most of the trees are now turning though the colored leaves blow off quickly. The stinkhorns are still with us. The forsythia is blooming away even as its leaves turn red. I wonder if it is using up spring blossoms?
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