After dinner, I walked up the road to Ferry Beach State Park, hoping to hear a Veery sing. Two of them have been singing regularly every evening and every morning. When I went up this morning at about 6:30, I listened to one of them singing for ten or fifteen minutes; the second one only sang for less than a minute. This evening, I listened for five or ten minutes and didn’t hear either bird. Perhaps they are done for the year. On the way back, I realized the sun is setting noticeably earlier. Summer is already starting to wane.