Monday through Wednesday the sounds were absent here. But Thursday morning, the seeps and pinks of newly- arrived White-throated Sparrows rose from the break-of-day woods here at the National Conservation Training Center (NCTC) in West Virginia. How I love that sound, and that time of day.
Or times of day, I should say, because again as dusk settled after dinner the whitethroats let each other know they were all right, that they were back for the winter. And that I was all right, too.
The seed will go out the day I return to Cape May.