It’s quiet here. It’s calm. It’s still warm. We should be looking at the Continental Divide, but there is a haze in the air from distant fires and we can’t even see past the foothills.
It’s like a dead-zone for birds. They’re all through claiming territories and raising young for the year. When I walk here I usually record 30 species. Yesterday I saw 8. We hung out a bird feeder.
A feeder here usually gets swamped by birds, but this trip it remains untouched. I guess we’re not usually here in August.
It’s like a dead-zone for birds. They’re all through claiming territories and raising young for the year. When I walk here I usually record 30 species. Yesterday I saw 8. We hung out a bird feeder.A feeder here usually gets swamped by birds, but this trip it remains untouched. I guess we’re not usually here in August.