Eighty percent humidity and mid-seventies, dragonflies and cicadas, a summer’s morning coffee muses.

Yesterday afternoon we had some thunderstorms move thru. Lightning was flashing and thunder was booming and even some rain fell. It wasn’t much, but it wet the driveway.

The first bird on the feeder today is a chickadee.

The dragonfly population off of the porch seems to have doubled in the past few days.

The Mississippi Kites are now numbering three from what I can see. They might have been numbering three all along. You seldom see more than one at a time. But, more and more, I’m seeing two soaring together over the neighborhood.

Every week or so I’ll hear or catch a glimpse of a bluebird. I’ve missed their constant presence since they raised their first brood in the spring.

A juvenile cardinal is on the feeder, dusky brown with a grayish beak and no black on the face. He stays longer on the feeder than any other cardinal I’ve seen.

The breeze is blowing milkweed down up off the butterfly weed like a fountain. Hundreds of little balls of fluff rising up and blowing in front of my face every time a gust blows by.

A hummingbird is on the feeder, but the feeder is almost empty. I need to fill it today.

There’s a solitary buzzard circling overhead. A sight that hasn’t been all that common of late. Now it’s joined by a second as they head upstream along the bayou. Now floating in from downstream, a raft of buzzards soaring high, riding thermals up towards the clouds.

The cups run dry. Breakfast calls…