Winter comes slowly to western Oregon. A few leaves start to turn yellow in September, others wait until October and November. Even now, in December, sycamore leaves are a medley of of rich crimsons, reds and burnt gold. Other trees are bare, including this maple above me.
How many times have I walked under this nest and not seen it? It’s two blocks from home and on my regular jaunt around the neighborhood. This nest remained hidden until the winds stripped the maple leaves and tossed them into the rain.