Sep 11 2010
Back home in Pittsburgh the weather feels like Maine but sunrise is much later.
This morning I had more than an hour before dawn to sip coffee on my front porch and listen to the birds fly by in the dark. Most of the migrants sounded like spring peepers but I heard a few mystery birds mixed in. What were they?
Did I find out what they were? Well, no. My audio memory is not very accurate.
The birds remained a mystery, as do those in the photograph above.
(photo from Shutterstock by Roger De Marfa)