The temperature drops.
Yesterday, there were a TON of animals about, on and off the trail. The ground squirrels, gray and black and tan, running everywhere, then oblivious when eating. A flock of wee brown birds, nearly invisible in the oak leaves, chirped and flitted above me when I walked my mindful way in the morning.
In the afternoon, I paused on my bike, on the trail above the reservoir, to let most of a flock of ducks get off the high path, where they had been scrounging for tasty tidbits. A flock of canada geese stood ankle-deep (insert goose equivalent here) in the flat shallows at one coastal access point, unmoving, sturdy and peaceful.
Today, silence.
I saw one great hawk at the top of a shivery tree, golden-red breast reflecting the low sunlight.
It's going to be cold tonight.
In the afternoon, I paused on my bike, on the trail above the reservoir, to let most of a flock of ducks get off the high path, where they had been scrounging for tasty tidbits. A flock of canada geese stood ankle-deep (insert goose equivalent here) in the flat shallows at one coastal access point, unmoving, sturdy and peaceful.
Today, silence.
I saw one great hawk at the top of a shivery tree, golden-red breast reflecting the low sunlight.
It's going to be cold tonight.