Alone
Tim & Vaughan are gone this weekend to a Father-Son Retreat at a camp in central Ohio. I have been looking forward to this probably as much as they have. I love being on my own--at least for a while. I like the quiet. I like the feeling of no responsibilities except to myself. I like having no time constraints. I love not needing to cook. I love staying up to watch the Spurs game without bothering someone else who needs to get up early the next day. Alas, the minutes & hours are ticking by; they've been gone from here 4 hours now.
I've had time to listen to & look for/at migrant birds already today. I heard yellow warblers both yesterday & today, I watched black & white warblers in the maples early this morning while waiting for Tim & Vaughan to get in the car, and I saw a pair of hermit thrushes in the dogwoods & under the birdbath today. I should be hearing gray catbirds by next week & seeing them the next. The dark-eyed juncos left early this week. The American goldfinches are fully yellow & black now. Beautiful! They're depleting the feeders outside this office window. They're not migrants.