September Morning

September 7, 2025

Sep 07, 2025

Calm and quiet, gentle mist rising from the water. It’s 47 degrees (F), very unusual for early September.

They said the big north winds would bring birds. I saw the posts online with radar images of millions of birds on the move.

**Baby bluebird with a berry. Say that ten times fast!**

Here this morning, it’s just quiet. Me and the turkey vultures and the killdeer and the baby bluebirds.

**He may not look like a baby, but this is a juvenile turkey vulture (the gray head vs a red head is the big clue). They like this playground as much as I do.**

The hummingbirds are still busy at my feeder, or at least they were yesterday.

**The ruby-throated hummingbird certainly earns his name.**

Nothing has changed, everything has changed. Isn’t that the way it is?

**Lights up like a spotlight when he flashes it in the right light!**

The seasons change slowly, not very noticeable day to day, and yet the leaves will be on the ground before I know it.

**I think of kingfishers as October birds, the month I see them most. This one was making a lot of noise as she was chasing off an intruder!**

Sometimes our lives change in the blink of an eye, and sometimes it’s barely noticeable until I turn around and years have passed.

**This juvenile Cooper’s hawk is the intruder the kingfisher was chasing. She doesn’t look too bothered.**

Kids are grown. Cars, homes, jobs have changed, and I still feel the same, though when I look in the mirror, I see a woman who is older.

**Baby bluebird picking berries. Those wings come in handy when you have to take the berry off the vine.**

As much as I want to see fall birds, I don’t want to hurry through my life. The days will pass far too quickly as it is without wishing any of them away.

I hear a noise behind me and turn to find four flickers on the ground. Fall migrants.

**Flickers migrate in the fall and I often find them in groups.**

Turning back around, I see a few Franklin’s gulls float across the lake, and on the far side of the cove, there are four white blobs in the trees. Egrets!