A perfect morning for counting birds. Cool enough for a sweatshirt and warm enough to get the birds singing. I sampled burned and unburned areas and one of the unburned areas reminded me of some of the azalea-spruce swamps I’ve been in up in Maine.
One cool thing I noticed is the geometry of the young beeches. Seen head-on they form a nice plane and seen from above they are spaced to intercept tons of light.
Concrete Ornithology 