More warm, humid weather to star the weekend morning coffee muses.

There must be something young and dumb in the upper levels of the trees in my front yard here lately. Because, the Mississippi Kites are hunting up there more an more each morning. One was setting just above my head in the oak. Beautiful birds of prey… and it’s really nice to get a closer look at them.

It appears that I have an immature kite liking my oak. It keeps being checked on by an adult.

It does tend to keep the feeder traffic down, having a raptor sitting above… looking down.

The warmth is beginning to get to me… The sun is shining down on the back of my neck.

The deep, gonglike tones of the wind chime behind my head give a meditative feel to the morning commune with the birds.

Time to worry about breakfast….