It was a quiet morning, but the air was filled with the clicks, clacks, and trills of the red wing blackbirds.

Other birds were about.

The bees were busy.

And the butterflies.

It didn’t go well for this monarch butterfly. It happened before I got there.

A suspicious looking toad was lurking nearby. Nobody was talking.

For a few minutes the trail dipped through a nearby woods.

Stay on the trail!

A wren was watching.

Colorful moss on an old log.

Near the far end of the path someone was living off the grid, with solar and wind power. But the sun wasn’t shining and the windmill wasn’t turning.

Then the sun came out. For just a minute.