This is the week of leaves falling down at Roundtop. Leaves are everywhere, floating down like rain and crunchy underfoot. So far no rain has dampened them or turned them into a sodden mess, the first step of decaying into new forest soil.
So far this season, I have seen little signs of waterfowl migration. I would have expected that to have started by now, but not even migrating geese have been spotted. The local geese honk and fly over on their nightly rounds, pretending or perhaps thinking about migrating. The instincts are there for them, even if they don’t head south. A quick trip to Pinchot Lake this weekend saw it empty of any waterfowl, except for seven geese. Those were certainly local birds, too. Migration is late, perhaps a result of the warmer weather this week.