The sure sign of fall's arrival is a visit from the sandhill cranes. Some of them always stop in my yard for a visit before heading further south. This image comes from an internet image. It seems the cranes in my yard are just a bit camera shy.
Actually, the first indication of their arrival is there unique call. Some have called it prehistoric and others have described it as the sound of a creaking of a screen door. The sound image below was downloaded from Freesound.org and was created by Corsica_S. Of course, Blogger doesn't make it easy to share sound files, so I had to put it in a video. The only thing there is a title and 1 minute of sound.
Sandhill Crane from Jac Brown on Vimeo.
As the season goes on, the cranes fly south and the sound is replaced by shotguns and bird hunting season. But late in the season, there are always one or two trees with strong color late into the season. In the past, it has been a Cherry tree in my front yard with bright orange/red leaves that hang on even until the snow.
Alas, this has been a tough weather year in my yard. Strong storms have blown down two trees, one of those being the beloved Cherry. So this year, I turned my attention to my back yard where the combination of the dark greens of the white pine contrast nicely with the yellow/orange of this old oak tree. It reminds me of that line from the Shawshank Redemption, "There is a big hay field up near Buxton....One in particular. It's got a long rock wall, a big oak tree at the north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem."