|Tree tops still lit by the last light of the sun|
What’s odd is to see the forest as green again. Now that the colored leaves, mostly yellows and browns, were knocked down by the wind and rain, the leaves remaining on the trees are those that haven’t turned color yet. So fall will be a two-phase color change this year. The next and final phase is likely a few weeks away.
Baby Dog seemed to like the new temperature, too, if her racing around for no reason is any indication. The cats seem to think the constantly falling leaves are birds. They race to the windows and bat at them or “chirp” at the falling leaves. The leaves flutter to the ground, apparently in birdlike fashion. The cats eventually seem to get that a leaf isn’t a bird, and they look disappointed until the next leaf falls, when the entire game starts again.
Yesterday I saw a flock of geese, high overhead, that may well have been a flock of migrants heading south. With geese, it can be difficult to tell if they are migrating or not. They move around a lot, and this time of year even the local birds pretend they are actually going somewhere important. If this was a flock of migrants, it was an early flock, the leaders of the pack. Once I see a day with multiple flocks I’ll know the waterfowl are on the move south to the Chesapeake Bay. For now, this flock was maybe migrating, but it was certainly a sign of things to come.