Another almost cool, almost foggy, autumn morning coffee muses.
It’s in the mid sixties this morning. Acorns are bouncing on the driveway. Pecans cover the ground under the pecan tree. Wisps of fog are drifting up the neighbor’s driveway.
In the oaks squirrels are acting frisky. A large bird drifted in and out of shadows under the trees to settle into a low limb. It could have been one of the small herons.
The small mosquitoes are out in force again today. Tiny little buggers whose bite aggravates terribly. They are almost too small to see…
Small birds are chirping in the trees, crows are cawing across the road.
Ok, the mosquitoes win, I’m headed in to avoid their bites.
It wasn’t almost foggy here this a.m. — it WAS foggy! I went down to the refuge yesterday, and there aren’t any birds around to speak of. My assumption is that there’s so much water everywhere they’ve scattered out. However, I did find my first-ever Monarch butterfly caterpillars feeding on milkweed, and the butterflies were everywhere. I’ve never seen so many — really exciting.
Linda, I’m not surprised you had fog on the bay. For three days now we’ve had early morning haze/light fog.
I must say your experience at the refuge matches years of personal history. Fall and early winter, in my experience, have always been problematic for seeing birds.
My butterfly weed was stripped of it’s leaves over a month ago. I had a monarch on the goldenrod just last week.