Fall seems a little quiet now. The songbirds of summer have left our area to head south for the winter. I did manage to see and photograph this lone female Lesser Goldfinch on a hike we did today on Schad Road, but gone are the numerous variety of finches, sparrows, and swallows we would normally see and hear on a daily basis. I have been missing their sweet songs for several days now. The days seem conspicuously quite to me. I don’t remember missing them in years past. Perhaps it comes with age, this sensitivity to the absent. My guess is that some of the subtle changes of seasons may go unnoticed in the rush of life for the vibrantly young.