October is the most magical time on Maryland's Eastern Shore. ... Roadside stands full of pumpkins, mums and produce. ... Soybean fields, past their prime, turning golden in the sun. ... Trees starting to make the long transition to fall, then winter, then spring again. ... Ponds and lakes glistening in the crisp air. ... There are also long skeins of Canada and Snow Geese that fall gently out of the sky:
Caspian Terns, sporting their winter haircuts, staging up for the next leg of migration south, calling raucously:
An immature Bald Eagle on the hunt for goose or duck or something else for dinner.
A Buckeye butterfly catching the last of summer's warmth:
And watching it all, the swarms of migrating Tree Swallows, the last buzz of insects, a hovering Northen Harrier, is the vigilant Mockingbird: