One bright breasted robin even came to stoke up. I have never seen a robin at the feeder, ever. He didn't actually light on the feeder bar, but took advantage of the seed chaff beneath it. A first.
The tiny brown-headed nuthatches got away with a bit of arrogance because they're so darn cute. Not easily intimidated, they chatted away on the deck rail, waiting while I refilled the feeder. "Hurry it up, woman," they might as well have said. "Can't you see there's a storm coming?" They sound a bit like the squeak of a baby's squeeze toy. Whee-hee. Whee-hee.
|Taken today, through the window, not on the day of the supposed rain.|
So when the clouds rolled in, I expected torrential rain, and looked forward to a reprieve from watering the flower beds. The sky turned dark, the air heavy. But the rain never came. It spritzed a bit, making dark spots on the deck floor and nothing more.
If it's going to be another hot summer of drought, I fear for the hydrangeas who are already on their last legs from the past two summers.
And the blueberries, which are just beginning to ripen. They're usually finished before the high heat of summer arrives.
Low 90sF/30sC today. And it's only May. dkm
|Sorry, flowers. You're only getting coffee this summer.|