The Kingbirds have flown away, heralding the end of summer
It’s a beautiful world, and you live in a particularly beautiful corner of it! :)
Very nice, especially for a Sunday morning.
Did not know he'd had such a long career - and Willie Nelson, beardless, in a tie? WOW :) Great shots, Tom, the rhythms of the seasons can be ours again...
We were just noticing this morning how the hummingbirds were getting particularly territorial over the feeder, yet paradoxically are not fighting too hard to protect it. We figure they must be bulking up for their migration.
Last night a group of us were discussing how there is less than a week to the full moon, and after that the possibility of frost. Time is passing indeed.
Great post, Tom!
A beautiful sentiment and wonderful photos! I'm particularly enjoying your beautiful scenes since our Texas summer has been so brutal. I like the reminder that the changing of the seasons is a reminder of time passing, as it has a way of doing.
Great read my friend. Please tell me you’ve read JA Bakers The Peregrine??
I can tell right now it’s right up your alley. One of my favorite books of all time. Anyone who enjoyed this post should 100% get that book.
Such beautiful words and pictures, Tom - what a terrific read! 🙌
We’ve had probably 40-50 hummingbirds this summer. They are slowly leaving. The first 3 who come will be the last 3 here. Same every year since I’ve noticed (maybe 5 years now).
The kind of beautiful that gives you that emotional punch. Both this piece, and the end of summer. (Thanks for the share!)
The kingbirds are beautiful. I’m noticing a flurry of feeder activity this past week that too seems to be a changing of the guard, a final feed before the southern procession.
What a lovely piece of nature writing.
Evocative Tom. Thanks.
P.S. Hello Tom. The autumnal transition is less marked here in the garden squares between the century-old four-story apartment blocks that characterize our neighborhood in Hannover, Germany, but even here you suddenly notice (with regret) sometime early in August that the swallows are not screaming in front of the rain clouds anymore, and of course our little "colony" of red squirrels is getting even more frantic than usual (particularly so when one or another raptor (usually a Kestrel, but sometimes a big hawk) lands on the big ash across the way). In any event, since someone has already recommended The Peregrine (a classic), you might also like John-Lewis Stempel's Meadowland, another closely-observed and well-written nature study.
I can't believe it's taken me this long to read such a beautifully-written and illustrated piece. Apologies! I like your noticing - and your ability to make us (me?) notice, too. Our tomatoes have been uniquely productive this summer - and for the first time we have a few pumpkins/squashes that volunteered from seed in the compost. This weekend saw a lot of garden work while the September sun slanted into my favourite hue, but at this very moment it's raining ... and a version of rain will be falling on a daily basis for the next six months. Ugh.