Brigadoon

 

The leaves are changing colors and that means it's time to snowbird away. We always think of the movie "Brigadoon" at this time of year. Instead of vanishing for 100 years, we vanish for a couple of seasons. The outdoor stuff comes inside, the indoor stuff gets stowed away, the water system gets winterized with antifreeze, and ever so slowly the house and yard take a nap from reality. They hibernate, for lack of a better word. 

The year round residents stay. The smaller deer was a spotted fawn 3 weeks ago. We took a river cruise and during that time, the baby spots disappeared. He grew up overnight, as it were, yet we were seeing him grow all summer long. He's now sitting with his mom in perfect harmony. All summer she taught her twins how to survive in the wild. The twins will stick with her until she welcomes a new set of fawns in the spring, then they are on their own. They will probably stay in the general area, as this is their home.

The RV park down the road is just about a ghost town. Most of the summer-time residents have left, and the rest are closing up their campers, getting them ready for the cold weather that is just around the corner.  Many of the RVs have been wrapped to protect them from the elements. Others have their slides pulled in and are ready for whatever Mother Nature has in store. 

It's Brigadoon. What was alive a few days ago is now going to sleep. The snowbirds are flying away as fast as they can, heading for warmer weather. As we get ready to fly away, we are remembering the lovely summer days that brought us to this little paradise.