For entirely selfish reasons I am happy that the shutdown is over. I enjoy the beach farm mid-to-late autumn quite possibly more than any other time. Air blows from the northwest, and the birds, my, my the birds swarm and loop in forms and groups. The cacophonous vibrato of hundreds of geese lifting and landing -I've heard this nowhere else.
But today it is silent except for my wind beaten eardrums and the sthittle tittle of desiccating leaves of solanaceae.
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