It is the season when the leave change colors and fall. The acorns are so thick under the trees as work that they create a hazard in the parking lot. It is like trying to walk on ball-bearings.
I heard the owl sing its mournful song as I went out in the dark. The cold has made the stars stand out against the blackness of the sky. It seems that I only hear owl’s song in Fall and Winter. It could be owl sing just before dawn and I do not get out that early when the days are longer.
I had seen a large hawk perched in a tree beside the enclosed bridge that goes to the next building. This week he seems to have moved on.