Shadows

The woods surrounding our home are full of the voices of birds. The canopy is so thick in the summer we rarely seen them, but we hear them.

There are shadows, too. Yesterday morning before we left for Vermont to attend Solarfest, I could see passing shadows, darkening spots on the grass in the front of the house. Turkey vultures. Unlike the song birds that hide in the green of the trees and only flit now and then across open spaces, these large dark brown birds take to the skies on sunny windy days, riding the currents back and forth scanning the ground for food.