When it comes to noting the change of the seasons it is normally summer/autumn when the leaves start to change colour or autumn /winter with the first snow or frost or especially winter/ spring when the snow melts and buds start to blossom that we remember. This year for me it is different.
We had a Black-capped chickadee nesting in a hollow in an old apple tree next to our deck and we have spent the past 5 or 6 weeks watching them come and go to the nest. The past three weeks especially were an example of constant hard work as the birds would supply an endless supply of grubs, firstly to the female who was brooding the eggs, then both of them feeding the chicks.
Now just a day or so before the start of summer they are suddenly gone and the stillness in the tree where they used to come and go is immense.
A happy yet poignant event of the kind that the poet Philip Larkin could capture so well.
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