Its a mystery to me how summer vanishes before our very eyes. Oh it hasn't yet by any means, but it just began a blink ago; and here it is August in the valley.
This image is a bit deceiving, as it is mere feet away from the valley opening below, and this creates a perfect edge habitat for Orioles, Eastern Bluebirds and Field Sparrows. The Field Sparrows were doing that wonderful trill; its a beautiful song and I was so happy they were still present with their notes! Soon many of our birds will be in that transition mode into fall and the familiar favorite songs and calls will be absent until returning next spring. I always regret seeing this transition come.