FAIRBORN, OHIO — Mostly, I’ve seen starlings this weekend. Starlings strung along billboards and powerlines; starlings gliding through gray skies.

Yesterday, I heard a flock of small woodland residents while walking in a place I used to know. The nuthatch and Downy Woodpecker called first, then the chickadee, and last, the Carolina Wren.

I couldn’t see them in the bare trees across the street, but it was enough to know that they are there.