Birds flock to the many feeders hanging in the large tree centered in the front lawn. Beneath the bare branches lays an assortment of random seeds and cracked corn. This scattered banquet is a welcome feast. The sky is overcast, and the day lacks all signs of color. Not even a single ray of sunlight shines through the impenetrable gray. The twilight dawn survives strong today. It hasn’t retired, and will do so only when the stars see fit to sparkle in the cold of a crisp winter night. Welcome to winter. The birds know of its delayed arrival as do all the creatures of the natural world. The mountains know.
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