Before I forget, because I rely a lot on photos to remind me of details of my rides, want to mention sounds, particularly of birds: especially the white-throated sparrows, which are among the migrants passing through on their way south and which greeted me on my way to the garage to get Discovery for this ride. In the spring, their sweet, wistful song reminds me of the Largo from Dvorak’s New World Symphony, but it sounds less like that in the fall. Also, the robins, cardinals, etc, seem to be singing more lately. Wonder what they sing about in the fall–it’s not the breeding season. Practice? Song for the sake of song?
The air was cool but, with proper clothing, pleasant; the sky was clear though moonless.
At the Windsor/Vine bridge still did not see beavers. Knew better by now than to get all sad about it, but it made me feel like it’s time to talk to someone who knows what’s going on with them.
Realized after a little while that the generalized bird sound near the bridge was largely red-winged blackbirds, back from their late summer absence. Or at least back from several weeks’ absence in my awareness.
The movement of the water’s surface indicated plenty of activity, though by smallish creatures.
Then in a little quiet space was a soft but distinct “Who, who, who-who-who, who?”: a great horned owl. A little later it was repeated. Not unheard of but less common in daylight.
After staying at the bridge a while decided to look just a little more, farther upstream, for beavers. Saw no sign of
It’s been hard to get to Meadowbrook right at sunrise lately, now that it comes at a less convenient time of the
morning, but was there for it today. The sky itself was clear and “plain” as these things go, but the new light on all
the fall foliage was gorgeous.
Didn’t get many miles in, nor see anything west of Lincoln Avenue, but indulged in taking some photos of the this episode of the fall color show near the bridge. The camera doesn’t do it justice, but was happy not to miss it.