Now the birds are going away. Not all of them, of course. But the hummingbirds are scarce to nonexistent and the goldfinches appear in singles rather than flocks. The woodpeckers that hopped each deck pilaster to reach the peanut butter block — I haven't seen them in weeks.
I suppose some of these creatures — most of them — are winging their way south. The last few evenings I've spotted Vs of blackbirds tracking southeast in the cloudless sky.
No secret what it all means. I can read a calendar, can feel the chill in the morning air. But when the birds start to vanish that makes it all terribly official.
Summer is almost over. Fall is almost here.