Because the streets are quiet, because there are not a lot of people walking through the neighborhood, there are birds staking out new territories. I can hear them start the chorus at 2:30 a.m. instead of the usual 4 a.m. time. There are new songs too. My cat Cleo has taken to waking me up before dawn so that I will open the blinds to her cat tree window so she can watch the new flight patterns between our house and the neighbors. Sometimes I sit with her and see the newcomers flash by in new colors. But the best one was today, I saw a hummingbird hovering under the tree next door where the sidewalk is shaded by a black locust and an elm. It’s not the first hummingbird I’ve seen in Chicago, but it is encouraging to see it so freely exploring across the sidewalk.
Wings a humming
Inside city lines