Saturday, May 24, 2025. 46* Overcast
Opening the door startled a hawk broke his concentration. There were no dogs this time last year when the hawk may have taken up residence, only metal machines clanging, rearranging the landscape. Discontent with our presence, the hawk flies to an undisclosed location.
We stepped into not-quite fully leafed surroundings painted with rain; if sun was added, our surroundings would be glistening. We are thankful for the house, the furnace that hums, water, hot coffee for me, biscuits for the three.
Through the dark last night only the rushing of the stream no longer accompanied by spring peepers. In their fenced-in land, the three stopped, looked, ears perked. Like the peepers, the three made no sound.
A cacophony led by Blue Jays included three different warblers, crows and Red-eyed Vireos.
Music is not always soothing.
Art: LJ Austin
