I like how the tree trunks line up against a pale sky, pure, without the confusion of leaves, the way the pasture is still summer green when all else has turned brown, the way the rows of stubble on the cornfield follow a rhythm of their own. But the days are too short and the moon rises too soon ...
Most of the summer birds are gone but there are still those that stay with us through the winter and visit our feeders, the Chickadees, Blue Jays, Nuthatches, Tufted Titmouses, Mourning Doves, Gold Finches and Northern Cardinals.
Yesterday I went looking for the Cackling Goose reported to be on the Power Canal in Turner's Falls but found the search among about a thousand Canada Geese on the water too daunting and soon gave up.
The moon image is marvelous - searching through hundreds of Canadas for a Cackling is daunting. I did a perfunctory job with the one in the Retreat meadows today - lessers, but nothing else to get the adrenalin flowing.ReplyDelete
....lovely post. Like your impressions of November. I feel the same. (Love your portraits of Red!)ReplyDelete
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