Monday, September Seventeenth

Hummingbirds and crows… high clouds and temperate breezes… A very pleasant morning coffee muses.

There’s one female hummingbird trying to drive off all the others from the feeders on the back porch. She perches on the feeder out in the yard and waits for any hummingbirds that might want to feed to show up… then it’s off to the races bumping and pushing.

The crows are cawing from all the cardinal compass points. A few flying over one at a time.

Flocks of dark birds keep wheeling around the sky.

Someone is running a tractor just over the bayou.

Once the dew dries, I’ll be firing up the mower. Today I will make hay. Not because I want to, but because the grass is so high the cuttings will cover the yard.

It is becoming clear, that hurricanes hitting the US aren’t going to be about winds, they are going to be about the water. Florence is almost a repeat of Harvey.

Time to check my email…