Hi friends! Back at last [after travels and a computer mess] to find the summer is here and the summer is over


Last night, as our taxi from the airport headed through the Central Park transverse at 96th St, I heard LOUD CRICKET SONG that had not been heard the week before. At least three different crickets were singing. During my absence the midsummer switch had been turned on, it seemed. Yes, summer, real summer at last.
Meanwhile, during the week I was gone, a Black-and-white Warbler, and a Northern Waterthrush were spotted in Central Park. What does this mean? The Fall Migration has begun! Summer is over.

Photographed by LLOYD SPITALNIK
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