Back in the woods

Trying to fit in a walk in the woods every day now, to make the most of the waning light. I take my binoculars and look for birds, watching the little changes in nature as the world spins us towards winter. As I write this, a jay is shrieking in the tree above me. The air in the woods is cool and still. I can hear a small burn running nearby and some noisy rooks. Jack is happy to sniff around old rabbit holes where he used to dig in his younger days.