Limned.
What a difference a day makes: from dozens of species to two. But it was a colder one, and a windier one, and wind probably drowned out the voices of birds in the short time I spent outside.
Ornament.
Spent only about forty-five minutes out in it, in fact—Beech Hill hike late in the day. Heard only chickadees. But I saw backlit weeds in the setting sun, and a rising moon perched in a tree.
The wind died down as night fell. Early. Tomorrow being the solstice and all.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 3:15 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Black-capped Chickadee
Elsewhere
2. Mourning Dove
v = Voice only
