I let my ears do the walking. Rowdy Blue Jays lead me to a Cooper’s Hawk moving from branch to branch within the thick confines of a yew.
The tapping of Downy Woodpeckers and the clucking of Red-bellied Woodpeckers rang through the leaf-stirring wind.
A dry susurration, a crinkly crunch. (The annual up-to-the-calves-in-leaves self-portrait.)
Backyard and Beyond 
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