Field Notes — July 20, 2026
Early this evening, I went for a short walk in a nature preserve in Bethlehem, New York. As usual, I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. I was just walking and noticing.
The first thing I noticed was something that wasn’t there.
Birdsong.
The preserve was surprisingly quiet. I heard very few birds and saw only a couple of robins. Just a few weeks ago, the woods seemed alive with birds singing, calling, establishing territories, and raising their young.
Now, things are changing.
The spring migrants have long since passed through on their journeys farther north, and many of the birds that nest here are mostly finished with the busiest part of their nesting season. There isn’t as much reason to sing as there was earlier in the year.
The seasons are moving along.
Then I began noticing some of the things that were there.
A few fungi.
Different plants.
And Joe-Pye weed beginning to flower—a plant I associate with mid- to late summer here in upstate New York.
I didn’t need a calendar to tell me that summer is moving along. The preserve told me.
Less birdsong. Joe-Pye weed blooming.
Those were my Notice Moments today.
Sometimes we notice something because it suddenly appears.
And sometimes we notice because something that was once all around us has quietly disappeared.
Either way, nature is always telling us something.
We just have to notice.
