Breezy, cool and clear, with chimney swifts circling high overhead and a single raven hurtling past without flapping a wing.
chimney swifts
Chimney swifts circle high overhead as the last bats head home. The sun rising through small clouds is crowned by dark spokes.
Cedar waxwings crowd into the tops of the tall locusts, harried by goldfinches. High above, two swifts arc and swoop against the blue.
The Baltimore oriole flies from treetop to treetop, laying claim to the yard. A lone chimney swift cuts arabesques in the cobalt blue sky.
The low cloud ceiling is a tabula rasa for the arabesques of chimney swifts. A high-pitched rasping in the trees–some insomniac katydid.