The trees and fog mean that I move slowly through the woods. That's fine by me. It's beautiful on this walk. I'm catching glimpses of sun through the canopy of leaves above me. I haven't seen a single bird, not even a flash of feathers. I can hear various kinds of birds all around, thrashes, grosbeaks, warblers and waxwings among others I’m sure. I can't tell which is which, I can only identify them by sight, which is of no use yet as I haven't seen a single one. I checked out tapes from the library, "how to identify song birds by their song." They sit, unheard, on the coffee table at home.
The trees are clearing as I continue, I must be coming to the end of the loop. Back to the parking lot, my car then home. I can relive some of the experience by listening to the bird call tapes at home. Otherwise I will just have to wait until next weekend, when I can again get out into the trees and birds. I’m planning the next trip, where I’ll head to, as I emerge into the gravel parking lot. I walk to my car, one of a handful and unlock the door. I look up at the sky just in time to see a crow fly over head, it is headed back to the city, I follow.
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