So why does this mean getting up in the dark? The waning moon was descending West. At dawn, it looked like the lake was steaming but the temperature rose quickly. The earliest bird was a song sparrow. Then everyone arrived: a cardinal pair, finch pairs, chickadees, titmice, juncos, and on the ground sparrows and squirrels. Suddenly a honking over by the new tree turned out to be a pair of geese. One threw its head back and shook it while honking. I suspect I know what that meant.
At lunch we were entertained by aerial combat between two crows and a hawk. The squirrel and the song sparrow are still busy, but the feeder is not. A small orange-brown butterfly flitted around the mulch.
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