The birds were back in great numbers today, now that the dogs have quit barking. One crow sat in the walnut tree cawing for about ten minutes this morning, Then flew off to caw in another tree. If he was calling his friends to come to a walnut party, he must have been an unpopular crow, because none of them showed up. A lot of those little, noisy birds who have been hanging about this fall did show up, though, and one of the feral cats napped the whole time they were here only a few feet from the bushes they were swarming in. They apparently have no fear of cats, and the cats have no interest in them.
There was also a hummingbird in the yard, but I never saw it. I could hear it, but every time I looked around to where the sound had been coming from, the bird had vanished. It might have been a magical hummingbird— unless, of course, I have a brain tumor and just imagined I was hearing a hummingbird.
The moon is a bit more than a third full tonight, and the fat crescent is filling the yard with a soft light. There are still a couple of cicadas out there somewhere, but their buzz is also soft, and not annoying. At their summertime peak they are so numerous and their buzz is so loud that I can't escape it, even in the house, and it puts my nerves on edge, but now the few remaining bugs are almost pleasant to hear. Another reason to love autumn.
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