“0ne swallow may not be the summer”, but the piercing, trebled notes of a Golden-crowned Kinglet ringing through a flaming yellow forest is the fall. Having spent so many years watching birds, it is easy now to associate certain bird sounds with particular times of year or even particular places. So for me, whenever I hear a Golden-crowned Kinglet, I think of October in Duluth watching bird migration, and discovering that these tiny little birds migrate in the morning not so much by flying above the trees like most other birds, but rather through the trees, stopping on branches for a split second before continuing on their way.