The wind picked up. It swirled and swept
The sands of winter off the roads
In rising clouds. And then a lull.
And then a swirl, and branches clacked
And swayed. Old leaves danced by.
Out on the pavement, on my bike,
I had to lean into the wind,
And heading north I had to strain.
The cloudless sky, an azure blue.
Then, finally, southward, ho!
As Jack and I began our hike
Amid the clacking, squeaking trees
Still bare of leaves, a robin called.
Cool air, spring air. We’re buffeted,
And bluster rides the hill.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 5 p.m., I hiked the wooded trails.
1. American robin
2. Northern cardinal (voice)
3. Herring gull
4. American crow (voice)
5. Black-capped chickadee
Elsewhere
6. House finch
7. Tufted titmouse
8. Rock pigeon
9. Mourning dove
10. American woodcock
Tags: American crow, American robin, American woodcock, black-capped chickadee, herring gull, house finch, mourning dove, northern cardinal, rock pigeon, tufted titmouse


