Finally, a Day to Myself, more or less

Not a whisper of breeze. Every browning leaf and blade of grass and fern perfectly still. The birds are sure active. In the dark I heard a call that reminded me of a ghost haunting. Never heard it before. Just now some strange bird trills. Haven’t heard it before, either. Fascinating. The problem with looking up bird calls is that you have to have some notion of what they are. There are millions of calls. I guess this is another area of rather than trying to figure things out, and making myse...