>All of a sudden the leaves show their colors. I walk under a sugar maple, its yellowness bright and enveloping to my dilated eyes. I fill the sunflower seed feeder; it empties in a day’s time. I watch the goldfinches clinging to the finch feeder. I see the woodpecker hammering in the trees, swiftly moving from spot to spot. And, just when I was thinking I haven’t seen any cardinals at the feeder in a while, an entire family of them drops in for a meal: females, males, and even a couple of juveniles! Yes, this is what gets me excited these days. Because the birds keep secrets. And no one but the birds can know them. Which is how it should be. But guessing at them still holds strong appeal. Especially for a housebound frustrated writer like myself.

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