I am not a meterologist, but I know weather when I feel it, when I hear it, when I see it.

And last Saturday’s weather made such a profound impression I could feel what I heard, hear what I saw and see what I felt.

The day began pleasantly with just enough breeze to wobble tree leaves pretty much ready to fall anyway; the temperature was at the brink of turning from cool to cold. I noticed these details as I hung out the birdfeeders I take in at night because of raccoons. Those details advised wearing an extra layer, taking a coat and a hat.

I was preparing for a day afield. I planned to visit several local reservoirs to look for sandpipers and plovers, ducks and geese, loons and grebes. Getting binocular, spotting scope and coat into the car, I kept adding things to do to my list of bi

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