Thursday, July 9, 2026, 57.5* F, 86% RH, 0629
There was light, orange sun, when we ventured out at 0523. No fanfare sky, no clouds, no traffic, nothing to bark. One by one they came inside as coffee dripped into a red cup. Zsolt, as usual, the last, lingered in the kitchen for a biscuit. “Bed.” He walked down the hall. I followed with 2 biscuits having given Ruger his reward already.
I didn’t sit at my desk; I returned to the deck with Merlin. They spoke in quiet voices: Nashville Warbler, Downy Woodpecker, Yellow-bellied Sapsucker, Red-breasted Nuthatch, White-breasted Nuthatch, American Crow, Tufted Titmouse, Magnolia Warbler, Ovenbird, Red-eyed Vireo, Black-and-white Warbler, White-breasted Nuthatch, Common Yellowthroat, Blue Jay.
Bird voices, balm of morning.
Photo: LJ Austin
