Cool and hazy on the back porch for this morning coffee muses.
It’s noisy out this morning. Someone is running machinery off to the east… not sure what. It doesn’t sound like lawnmowers. But, it has the dogs all upset and barking. To the south a tractor seems to be mowing. And off towards the bypass, someone’s got something else making a dull rumble.
And suddenly, after over a month, I have a hummingbird on the feeder this morning. Between feedings she’s sitting in the red oak on a bare twig way up at the top. It’s nice to have a hummer back. I guess I should freshen the nectar…
Speaking of the red oak, it’s close to reaching full color. Though, both it and the cypress trees are still holding on to a lot of green.
There’s a woodpecker in the pines… now there’s not. Once again the birds are mostly quiet. A mockingbird chases a cardinal from the wisteria to the cedars, neither making a comment.
When the breeze picks up it carries the chill from last night. The sun shining through high clouds is doing little to break the mornings lingering cold. Maybe shorts and a tank top weren’t the best choices for the low forties…
Pardon me while I wander off to check the election results…
Thank You Alabama
Thank You, thank you, thank you. Maybe now my wife will come out of her funk… at least a little. Maybe there is hope for America. I don’t see any for the GOP, they are showing that their agenda for America is anti-American.
You can’t run against everything that makes America what it is and say you want to make America Great Again. That presupposes that America has failed, and it hasn’t. What it has done is changed from what was once a white men’s club to a more inclusive place where everyone counts for something.
Now… maybe Texas can follow the Alabama example..
Reasonably cool, comfortably breezy, ceiling fans spinning morning coffee muses.
The milkweed is busting out all over, waiting for the north wind to loft it away to a safe place to grow.
The only birds I’ve seen so far have been the large ones. A Caracaras flew over first. Then it was a black vulture. I’m not even hearing any birdsong this morning.
It’s really quiet this morning. Just the sound of the wind in the trees… oh wait… there’s some birds calling now.
I’ve been reading my email and nothing much has changed except the breeze has gotten much stronger. So I guess I’ll close this out and head in for breakfast…
Pleasantly cool in the sun on this morning coffee muses.
The birdsong is loud this morning. I had a visit from the winters first Goldfinches. A dozen or so are on the back feeder off and on. The must have seen the welcome I posted in the snow…
They are even landing on the butterfly weed five feet away to wait their turn.
Now it’s the chickadees turn at the feeder. The blue jays are feeding in the pine trees…
As you can see from the photo at the top of the page, there’s still a lot of green hanging on in the red oak.
There’s a woodpecker letting me know he’s about in the remnant of the woods out back. It’s getting harder and harder for them to find nesting holes in what’s left growing along the bayou.
It’s almost time to turn on the ceiling fans if I’m going to stay out here. The sun is warming up this pocket of stillness quite nicely. If I’m going to get up for that I might as well get a refill while I’m at it. And to think, it was just Friday morning that I was sitting here enjoying a winter wonderland of snowy vistas… back in a minute.
Better… I also took the opportunity to move the rocker back into the shade of the corner porch post.
I hear a phoebe calling softly out back. Bluebirds keep cooing their happy little trill. Yellow-rumps are playing chase around the yard.
I just spotted a large chestnut brown bird under the edge of the cedars… from the look it must have been a Brown Thrasher. From the size and shape to where I saw it right down to the song I’ve been hearing all morning… it all matches the description. I’ve spotted a few times in the yard, but they never stay in sight for long.
The sun is getting harder to dodge by the minute… time to head in.
After the winter preview morning coffee muses.
The polar air has moved on for a while. And while the thermometer says it’s in the low forties on the front porch, out here in the sun on the back porch it’s shorts weather.
The prognosticators are foretelling of highs in the sixties and the seventies for the next ten days. Even the lowest lows will be in the upper thirties, most will be in the forties. Next Saturday it’s forecast that the low will be 58°… high of 70°.
Oh well, at least we had a morning of real winter… can you believe it, we’ve already had a snow.
Not much else to say about the morning… a train is moving down the tracks, birds are singing, the level of traffic noise is negligible… it is Sunday morning after all. Blue skies, bright sun, a jet passing overhead… grandkids squabbling in the house.
It’s time to cook breakfast…