This morning, after I opened the garage door to release a Carolina Wren who
apparently spent the night in there, I heard a couple of notes from a
Pileated Woodpecker who was pecking at the remains of a silver maple next to
our driveway. It was an interesting (and loud) counterpoint to the scolding
of the wren. While this was going on, three American Crows flew past me so
close I could hear the wind in their wings.

 

We have wrens in the garage every spring during the nesting season, but this
was a first for fall. 

 

Pat Valdata

Elkton, MD

 

"The natural function of the wing is to soar upwards and carry that which is
heavy up to the place where dwells the race of gods. More than any other
thing that pertains to the body it partakes of the nature of the divine."
--Plato