It was 95 degrees here yesterday. And very humid. The birdbath has become the place to be.
I’d jump in there if I could.
These pictures are in chronological order, as birds visited, revisited, dunked, drank and chilled out.
All shot with my camera through the kitchen window. I don’t have a special lens, so I just use what I have.
Does anyone know what kind of bird this last little guy is? He is part of a pair, the other member (most likely female) has a more muted coloring. They are small compared to the robin and catbird. Are they finches?
Must go out and replenish the water.
Scout is still sleeping most of the day and drinking a little water. Her eyes have calmed down quite a bit but she still doesn’t want to eat. I imagine it will be another day until we can coax her to start eating again.
I’m off later today for Manhattan and a performance of Harvey starring sweet Jim Parsons. I can’t wait to give that boy a hug. Don was supposed to go with me but Scout really can’t be left alone for that long a time. Since Jim was my student, travel buddy and friend (still is), Don thinks I should be the one to go. So I am.
Now tell me. Why does it have to be 96 degrees on the day I tootle off to the city?