Lots of birds. The eagle has been around daily, way up high, going up and down the valley; the turkey vultures have been making their lazy loops, crying to each other like dying asthmatic raccoons; and the turkeys have been passing through the past few days. The first time I heard the flock of turkeys going through, ten or twelve of them picking at leaves, I thought for sure it was the bear, they were making so much noise.
At dusk the deer come. They’ve been listening to Adam Ant with me, with no apparent objection, aesthetic or otherwise. They have no fear of music.