Normally when I go out on my trails I hear lots of birds chirping or making whatever birdie sound they feel like making. And if I look up into the trees I can usually see birds flitting around in there.
But not today. The birds were quiet, but it certainly wasn’t quiet on my trails.
There was howling, and whistling, and blowing, and my ears got pressed down tight to my head. The clouds overhead were moving so fast I’m surprised there were any left in the sky.
I finally heard one bird overhead, but it went by so fast that I think the wind had grabbed it and was taking it wherever it is that wind goes.
It must have taken all the other birds already.
I was determined that the wind wasn’t going to take me away, so I led my person down into the wash where the wind had trouble getting to us.
And guess what. Some of the birds had the same idea. At least the ones that the wind hadn’t grabbed and taken away yet.
Birds were chirping down in that wash, and a raven was even toughing it out overhead.
Guess I know where I’m heading if I ever want to go bird hunting on a windy day.