I know the season is changing because the birds are changing. Ospreys have long fledged and moved on, Crows that love the Osprey fish scrap are plying other opportunities. Grackles, Barn Swallows, and Blackbirds are no longer heard. The high perch is still visited by a Kingfisher, a year round resident. Today it was occupied by a Seagull. The Seagulls are absent in the summer but show up in the fall, probably scavenging far and wide from the regular course.
Large gulls fly in and you look hard trying to make out an Osprey that is not there, an Egret that no longer moves back and forth across the sound.
When the Gulls show up Fall is nigh. They are here. On the bright side my winter favorites are planning their trip down. I can't wait to hear the honks!