Migration

It’s August and still hitting the 90’s more often than I would like, but the migration season is already underway. I haven’t heard the wood thrush singing now for several evenings and the catbird that stripped away every single one of the early season blueberries must be headed south because we have been picking the late crop.

The little chipping sparrows are all flocking and the tree and barn swallows, too, and I saw a solitary sandpiper the other day at the pond where I swim. Clearly the signal has gone out and more and more of our ‘summer’ birds will start to slip away south.