Spiderwebs engulf the doorway. Wispy tendrils glisten in the early morning sunlight. I know they are there, they were there last week when I vacuumed them away.  It's fall. Tiny and not so tiny eight legged creatures toil throughout the night, hammock the corners and baton down the door jambs. Ceiling hangers recoil with the first pull on  invisible threads.  Their only defense against the powerful sucking probe is to hide and rebuild when all is clear. A creature of another sort seeks refuge behind major appliances.  Joey is attentive and waits. All eyes and ears, tail curled head low. An unfortunate and certain outcome, for sure. Blue Jays, Doves, Quail and small song birds jockey for a spot at the bird feeder. Our adopted family is getting fat. More seeds, please.  A Woodpecker visits and plucks juicy yellow jackets from the sappy wooden joists. Its fall,  can you believe it?  It's a beautiful day - webs can wait, they aren't going anywhere.