Veiled.
A veiled, shrouded, warm, still morning. First thing, I could hear brook out back gurgling, but no birds. The temperature climbed nearly to 50 (F). A crazy December so far—thanks in part to Earth’s remarkably rapidly changing climate.
O sole mio.
Got a lot of work done, then left with dog to take care of some errands. And have a hike.
Nobody at Beech Hill when we got there. Not many birds, either. Warm, damp, muddy, almost eerie. We both kind of loved it up. Met several fellow hikers (along three dogs, one leashed and two loose) coming down.
The sun kept trying to make an appearance but didn’t quite—and then it got dark a little earlier than yesterday. Only a week or two until the shortest photoperiod.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 2:30 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. American Crow* (v)
2. Northern Flicker
3. Black-capped Chickadee (v)
Elsewhere
4. Herring Gull
5. Mourning Dove
v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
Tags: American crow, black-capped chickadee, herring gull, mourning dove, northern flicker
