Monday, April 27, 2026, 30* F, 82% RH, 0605
Gleepers loud at last call, silent. Red blossoms appear in oak trees. I brush away spider strings on deck railing while the three explore under clouded blue sky, white sun. Frost glistens changing form.
Listening again to Merlin’s recording of morning birds I think of a jungle beginning with a Pileated Woodpecker. Voices arrive from Tufted Titmouse, Blue Jay, White-throated Sparrow, Black-capped Chickadee, as if they were making a plan. This is not music. It is calm, almost whispering. The remote start of the red truck startled Zsolt as we turned to go inside.
Sounds of morning vary.
Photo: LJ Austin
