Sweet routine.
It didn’t pour. It didn’t ever even rain steadily for long—if at all. But it drizzled steadily. All day.
Beech leaves.
I worked on a typographic ornament for most of it, then grabbed Jack and we took off. Windshield wipers on kind of a fast intermittent.
I was honestly surprised to find anyone else at Beech Hill today, but there were five cars in the parking lot when we arrived. Five. On the way up, we ran into one bundled-up hiker coming down—but I never did find anyone else on the preserve. When we got back (didn’ t take us long this day), all the cars were gone. Hmmm.
Drizzled clear into evening and beyond. Not very cold, though, still.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 2:45 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Black-capped Chickadee**
2. White-breasted Nuthatch** (v)
3. American Crow*
4. American Tree Sparrow
5. Yellow-rumped Warbler (v)
Elsewhere
6. Blue Jay (v)
7. Golden-crowned Kinglet
8. Herring Gull
v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
**Voice only elsewhere
