Late June

 2003

The meow of the catbird (click) is a familiar sound along the path. 

In late Spring and Summer, the Catbird is the bird I'm most likely to see on the path.  They flit closer than other birds while offering varied vocalizations, seeming to deliberately call attention to themselves.  

  All is lush and the side growth encroaches on the path making cycling a more 'pay-attention' activity than at other times of the year. Biking the path strikes me as moving through a tight green tube.