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Two Rose-breasted Grosbeaks outside my study window two days ago reminded me of an unwelcome reality. Summer is winding down; fall migration has begun. Millions of birds will be moving south toward winter in the tropics: Mexico, Central and South America. I wanted summer to go on and on. Robert Frost summed it up wonderfully well in the last stanza of his poem: “Reluctance.”
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, Tb yield with the grace of reason, And bow and accept the end of a love or a season? The streaked female grosbeaks tell me I must accept the end of the season of long lingering twilight, early morning cool filled with jays screaming insults at the world, and hot midday when the only sound is the winding down of cicadas. There will be many more hot middays but the hours of daylight are become inexorable shorter. On Sept. 21 — the first day of autumn — fall migration will be a peak as the tiny brains of birds dictate they must make the long flight south. It began in late July as the first warblers, in plumage diminished in color, began to appear, flitting through the foliage and full of “all-of-a-sudden” starts and stops. Like the grosbeaks outside my window, they were headed for the tropics where the seasons are two: ednesday at Ki Theatre y St.. Washington. VA junior Classes, 4 • 5:30 p.m. Adult Classes 5:30 - 7 p.m. Arthur Drago, I 5th Dan. Sensei 540-635-7554 Betsy Toth, 3rd Dan, Asst. 540-349-0632 Classes Begin Sept. 10 loin Anytime! Shorin-Ryu
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