O Hushed October Morning Mild
“O hushed October morning mild,
begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief…
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst…”
The Red-Winged Blackbirds have been grouping up and pushing through. It’s that time of year after all. When you’re sitting in the hushed woods, just before dusk, the sound of a million wing-beats strong passing overhead as a dark cloud is simply an amazing event. The wing beats almost sound like a down pour of rain coming in waves. It really is incredible.