Oct. 28

Happy birthday to my sister, Kathi. May all your birthday wishes come true!

It is lovely eerie here today. The lake is smooth as glass. There is a fog in the air, dimming the sun. Most of the trees are bare, their jewel-colored leaves in wet heaps on the ground. A chorus of birds can be heard-unbelievable...red-wing blackbird, robin, finch, starling, chickadee, woodpecker. What sounds like huge flocks have moved in to invade the woods around the lake like some sort of convention. They pop from tree to tree chatting up a storm while the now bare, damp branches offer up last minute insects and fruits. It is a sound that won't be heard again until Spring, when the flocks migrate through on their way north. The storm before the calm.