Early, foggy, and cool… feels like spring again, morning coffee muses.

Out on the porch way too early. The morning is cool, almost chilly. And so damp you can see the air. A thin layer of fog hugs the ground as the first rays of the sun lights the tops of the trees.

The birds at this time of the morning are active.

Watching the patterns in the fog is mesmerizing. Layers opening up, then closing. Sunlit beams cutting through openings. My backyard clearing as the yards on both sides are still covered. Fog layers getting thinner, hugging the ground. Withdrawing towards Mustang Bayou as the sun rises.

Mockingbirds singing up the sun, are effusive in their happiness. While crows complain about their loss of concealing darkness. And slowly, the sounds of humanity intrudes upon the sounds of nature.

The third Great Egret of the morning just passed over. Heading out for the day’s hunting. Such beautiful, ungainly looking birds. And they seem to float thru the air on their wide wings. Now, a Little Blue Heron flies over, following in the direction of it’s bigger white cousins.

Looking next door, their are dozens of spider webs hugging the ground, dew covered necklaces scattered by mother nature’s hand.

And the mockingbird sings…

A small woodpecker was in the top of the pines. It didn’t stay long before flying off. It was most likely a Hairy Woodpecker, though it could have been a Downy Woodpecker as we have both here. Sitting high up in the pine tree, it was hard to judge its size.

My coffee cup has been empty for a while. I guess I should wander in for a refill… but the morning is so nice it’s hard to leave it.