Saturday, April twenty-eighth

The sun isn’t up yet, it’s cool once again, spring morning coffee muses.

Everywhere I look birds are chasing each other around the yard. Hummingbirds, of course, are chasing each other away from the feeder. There must be a dozen in my yard now. Mockingbirds are chasing after other mockingbirds. Probably interlopers into territory claimed by another. Chickadees are being chased by hungry fledglings.

The air feels different today. There’s more moisture in it. That’s raising the sound transmission properties so that the traffic on the bypass sounds like it’s right next door. I wouldn’t expect as much traffic as I’m hearing on a Saturday. But then again, I seldom get out this early on the weekend. Who am I kidding, I seldom get out this early period.

I keep seeing a number of big wading birds fly over in groups of two… three… four. I’m not sure what they are. It’s hard to get a good look when they are moving across the narrow portion of my skyview.

I just spotted a mixed group of Indigo Buntings on the ground in front of our storage shed. I’ve been seeing flashes of blue over that way for days but I haven’t been able to scope anything before now.

And of all the interesting things to fly over this morning, now an ultralight buzzes by. Someone flies by every few weeks, so it’s not unusual.

Time to move on…