October is the month when crows hold meetings, so it’s fitting that the first day of the month the only bird species I saw or heard at Beech Hill was the good ol’ American Crow. A couple dozen of them. They were loudly bringing a convention to order down the eastern slope, near some first-to-turn foliage. I’m reminded of these lines from one of my favorite E. B. White poems, “The Answer is No”:
In their assemblies on the edge of town / Crows introduce resolutions, then vote them down.
Today was chilly, nippy, breezy, brisk. Also gray. Supposed to be gray for the next several days, from what I understand. That time of year.
I worked all day, then took a hike, and now I’m typing out these words to you, dear reader.
Are you there?
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 5:15 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. American Crow*
2. Herring Gull