November saw the the song birds fly away to warmer climes leaving the Flickers and Quail to call their families together in our backyard to call out with their unique voices. The quail became markedly chubby as they fluffed up their feathers to brace for the cold
"I cannot endure to waste anything so precious
as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house."
The oak trees had a harder time letting go of their leaves all burnished in the sunshine.
Pyracanthra berries brighten a short cut through an empty lot.
Looking up at a London Plane Tree on my street.
A very 'pedestrian' but glorious sunset photo captured from an upstairs window.
And so quickly the month was over.