A remarkable morning.
Greeted by fog.
And a group of whitetails late on the meadow.
The first frost.
My heart skipped. Is that a tree sparrow?
No, a swamp sparrow. It's not winter. Yet.
Then the sun and the songs broke out. [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2]
Frost dripping from the horse nettle berries .
Flightly yellow-rump.
The palm warbler's olive rump.
Curious yellow-throat.
Bluebird wings, translucent in the morning sun.
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