Before yesterday, it had been many days since there had been a descent one for getting outside to work in the gardens. Eighty degrees versus 97 degrees is a mighty big change, and we loved it. And even more wonderful is that it happened on the Autumn Equinox.
It was a fabulous, oh-so-much-cooler, walk over the hill. There was a cow with a new-born calf, a good distance away, and wild turkeys in the path we walk. I was happy that Millie didn't frighten them away.
Migration really is in full swing. here. Yesterday, there was a big gathering of Scissor-Tailed Flycatchers on the power lines. I knew something was up, so I Googled them and read that they fly through Texas to Mexico and Central America, sometimes in great numbers, where they spend the winter. I am sure our long-tails are somewhere today between here and Texas.
A few late hummingbird stragglers are still hanging out here ~ perhaps trying to fatten up a bit more before making their long journey. After having pulled out all the old zinnias, I saw one little hummer hovering over the old patch. I am sorry little bird!
Many of my favorite books are children's books. Along about now every year, I get the notion to reread one of my favorites which has a lot to do with migration. My fifth graders loved "My Side of the Mountain," by Jean Craighead George. It's the first book in a trilogy. The third book, "Frightful's Mountains" really gets into migration.