"It's quiet".""Nothing is happening."
When birders report that all is quiet I settle for a stroll. Let's see how much nothing there really is. My first stop at the stream was nothing, but the second stop was a great terrific, a fox sparrow taking a bath, a solitary hermit thrush and then the Gang arrived, cedar waxwings. They stormed in in a sweep, drank and departed just as fast. Or maybe it was the hawk that flew overhead that caused the rapid departure. It was a fine something afternoon.
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