Tuesday, September 6, 2011


Sunrise begins to push the night fog of the river seaward.
Two crows sit together silhouetted high in the big dead cedar down by the shed.  Stellars jays are picking at the moss and bark on maple tree near the cookhouse - almost woodpeckerish in motion although their bills only pick at the surface.  Three ducks speed by at distance, high, fast and out over the river.  I heard Canada geese last night.  Fall is coming.  S sleeps through it all

1 comment:

  1. Always takes me out into the wild when I can't get there!