Sunday, April 26, 2026, 40.4* F, 81% RH, 0746
Speaking softly, before sunrise: Downy Woodpecker, Tufted Titmouse, Dark-eyed Junco. We missed the day’s creation from darkness, slept through the kaleidoscope of sky, slept through sunrise. There was frost. Gleepers sang softly last night – not a chorus – voices further downstream, sparse. Sun white in blue sky. Quiet. The three sleep. I should make coffee.
The day follows her course whether or not we see it.
Photo: LJ Austin
