Day 290

October 17, 2022

49 degrees and drizzling

 

51 at the rookery in the middle of the afternoon on a drizzly day.  We have peaked in Franklin County and today's wet and foggy sky muted the unbelievably beautiful colors of this year.  

Grey on grey

I did the old loop by the Deerfield River and through the fertile agricultural lands.  There were no pumpkin fields, those fields were bare.

Yesterday we counted five huge trucks full of potatoes; trucks the size of 18 wheelers.   

A red tailed sat high in a tree and then disappeared.  I didn't see her take off, she just vanished.  My bird sightings these past few days have been odd, not my typical soaring high birds of prey or those flocks of turkeys.

And the orchard, all of the apple trees are being picked, the landscape is a patchwork quilt identifying fall; stunning all of us one at a time.