The yard seems eerily still this afternoon. Nothing stirs, other than the occasional flock of Yellow-rumped Warblers foraging in the wax myrtle.
They chirp softly to each other as they feed, and their muffled voices make me feel as if I should speak in a whisper.
It’s a perfect afternoon to crawl under a warm blanket, call the cats to join me, and lose myself in a new book.
It appears that Hurricane Sandy might delay my return plans, which means I might have a few more days to visit family and chase birds…
I’m in Alabama this week, visiting family. The yards here are busy with birds and squirrels, and the windows are bright with changing leaves. It all makes me as happy as a basking cat.
(I would love some help identifying the unfamiliar woodpecker, above. Is it a juvenile Yellow-bellied Sapsucker?)
The trip didn’t take long, but time slows in the cat carrier. By the time we got home, she was ready for a nap.
The 2012 Hampton Roads Writers Conference ended this afternoon. I drove home tired and happy and wonderfully inspired. I plan to post more details over the next few days, but first I need to catch up on cat time.
Rae Spencer 