It has come to some readers’ attention that many of the comments I posted in September and early October bear a timestamp between 12 and 5 a.m. They wondered all sorts of things: was I suffering from insomnia, had I drunk too much coffee or been over-stimulated in some other way? Or what?
Besides missing Siegfried, who will be kenneled for the month of June, a sadness of being away from home, mostly in Paris, is the knowledge that our neighborhood’s wild birds will find no seeds in our back yard all that time. They won’t even find their favorite feeders. I took the favorite feeders down this morning to stage the photograph shown above. Though it may look inviting enough to you, I who delight in seeing & hearing birds there, find it a desolate spectacle.