Bluejays & the end of summer
It’s not autumn yet, but if you set your gaze on the eastern horizon, you can pick out the tops of her sails. Won’t be long now. Which was very much on my mind on the last day of August when I shot this little movie of bluejays swarming my deck, squabbling over some peanuts I’d put out to lure them. August is a summer month; September, a fall month. There’s a pass-over happening. This year especially, when the only weather deserving of the label ‘summer’ came in late August, the feeling was heightened. No matter how nice September turns out to be, it’s still fall. When August ends, summer’s over. But summer is a busy time. There are always plants to be watered; grass to be mowed; chores to be done. So it’s easy to miss the magic of the end of August; to give it no more of…
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