Approaching time to cut down the gardens, put up patio furniture, and otherwise prepare for our seven months of winter, which has a habit of coming unexpectedly during some years. My bird population at the farm always serve as measure of the seriousness of season transition, both Spring and Fall, with their evident migratory behaviors. Bird seed and suet consumption has more than doubled in the past few weeks. The hummingbirds have all left and their feeder cleaned and put in the barn until next spring.
My son will arrive for Whitetail deer archery season on 10/2, and from the looks of the deer population on our game camera, as well as driving, it would appear that he has a very good chance of taking his buck this year, after getting skunked the previous one. Our resident black bear continues to gorge on apples from the orchard, at times, just laying down and reaching for the next one with his paw. They can be troublesome to have around, but beautiful animals that have their place, and were here long before me.
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house."
[Notebook, Oct. 10, 1842]”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks