La Restaurante des Oiseaux tends to get its heaviest feather-and-foot traffic at breakfast, lunch, and dinner-type intervals. Curious, that.
And so it was during a quiet time of no activity there that my childrens’ birdfeeder started swaying ever so gently back and forth. Nothing was nor had been on it. Huh. I glanced over at the other; same thing, very rhythmic, the two doing a slow dance in perfect tandem.
And yet the leaves on the trees were still. No breeze there.
I’ll just bet you, I thought. I gave them a little time to record it, then checked the time at the USGS site a little later. A baby quake, epicenter right about here, not enough heft to it to feel for anyone over the size of perhaps a chickadee.
(Hey, Illinois: yours today was conjectured to have been caused by the earth being relieved of the weight of the ice age, according to this article. Quick! Tell Washington, DC to stop shoveling, now, or they’re in for it!)