Birds at the Abbey

After awhile all you hear are the birds. Some are visible flying from here, the cedar tree, to there, the massive oak. Most tho stay hidden in the branches & underbrush, singing away because that's just part of what they're here to do. What a life we think.

While holding the audio recorder over head, turning slowly in a circle to pick up the cacophony of different calls, a deer walks close & then stops. The deer gives me the ol' deer eye, that deep unblinking gaze like a question being asked, forever without a suitable answer, and then she is gone.