Thursday, July 26, 2012
Evening with a view
I was also treated to a round robin of dueling eastern pewees. At least three of them were calling, one right after the other. Two were very close, the third not much further away. It won’t be much longer, no more than another month, before their haunting call will disappear from the woods for another year. They are the last summer bird to arrive in the spring and pretty much the first to leave, though the barn swallows leave at much the same time.
For the moment, summer has a hard grip on the mountain I can already see towards the end of it for another year.