It's too late, baby

Air temperature 48 F, wind near calm, high thin clouds and wan sunshine. If October the First Is Too Late, October the Second is even worse.

Night of the north wind

Juvenile sapsucker tapping away on our rowan tree, baby's first migration. Also one of the confusing fall warblers, not even going to try for positive ID on that.

Neighborhood surprise

Out for my morning walk and saw a cat-friend up on her car. Hadn't petted that one since last year. Downside is, she's getting old -- lost weight, fur not as plush and glossy as it used to be. So are we all . . .