Chimney swifts circle high overhead as the last bats head home. The sun rising through small clouds is crowned by dark spokes.
25F degrees at dawn. A bat flies low over the meadow as the white-throated sparrows tune up. Frost-encrusted blades of grass seem to glow.
Dawn. A bat zig-zags high over the meadow en route to its roost as the few clouds turn pink.