Very still in the forest, and quiet. A bit of chirping, but not nearly so much as the failing computer back-up batteries at work.
The lake is a mirror. The egret doesn't want a close-up photo.
Very high above hundreds of birds are floating and swirling, trying to get into some formation.
In the blink of an eye at 10:35, leave are pelting down in a cold gale.
Thirty-five degrees now, with windchill in the twenties.
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