The birds were suspiciously absent from the feeder, yard and trees again this morning. I took a look around without binoculars, but saw nothing in the way of predators.
Next time I’ll look a bit longer. Just now, a great pair of wings sailed over the sky, possibly from the redwood in the back. When chances for befriending chickadees with a handful of peanuts diminish, the opportunity for hawk shots rise.
Why can’t I remember this.
The juncos are the first back, this time they brought their shovels and are going at the seeds with a vigorous appetite.