What does the end of summer mean to you?

My favorite time of this summer:

Some mornings, as the sun was beginning to dry dew from the grass, I scattered bird seed on our patio and sat under a shade tree fifteen feet away. Soon about twenty birds would settle in to eat. Two pair of morning doves, the most skittish of birds, were easily alarmed and lifted off with much clamoring coo-coo-co-coo, alarming all the other birds, too. Many sparrows and wrens flitted about. Usually four blue jays and a pair of cardinals joined in. And one young rabbit often rested in his favorite spot under a lily plant.