Tuesday, September 12

It’s Sixty-two Degrees Morning Coffee Muses

There is nothing like being greeted on a cool morning by a wet dog in your lap. Before she goes running off to greet someone working on the house next door. I worry about her proclivity to run into the road. We’re not as peaceful as we were when last we had a free ranging dog around here.

The hummingbirds are feisty this morning. There’s a male rubythroat bouncing from the chaste tree to the feeder in front of me and back over and over again. He even gets dive bombed from the pecan tree by a female.

There’s a woodpecker talking in the oaks. I haven’t seen it yet so I have no idea of which type. A titmouse just hit the seed feeder… now a pair.

The woodpecker is a small little downy in the mimosa tree.

And the hummingbird battles rage on right in front of my face…

A mourning dove just landed under the feeder. Now two. And three. And four… five. And the pooch wants petting.

Saw blades whine, compressor hums, the roofers pound nails, the soundtrack of next door.

The pooch moved, doves flew.

I need some more coffee…

 

Monday, September 11

A New Companion For My Morning Coffee Muses

Well if I needed a companion during my morning coffee muses, I don’t think I could find a better one. After a five minute pet-a-thon with lots of licking so I’ll smell like dog, she settles down and dozes. Either at the door on the mat or at the edge of the porch in the grass, or just right at my feet. All she really wants is to be petted.

Her coloration reminds me of my boyhood dog. A cocker dachshund mix, small with long hair, all white with red ears. I named her Sally after my first boyhood crush. If this one stays around, I think I may call her Peppermint, Peppi for short. Just another play on the red headed girl theme. When I just asked her if that was okay she just kept sleeping.

She has most of the characteristics of a Canary Island hound. A rabbit dog of the Canary Islands. A breed with many of the characteristics of a Pharaoh Hound.

For a stray dog, I guess I could do worse…

On to the morning weather report… cool and beautiful considering it will hit almost 90° by afternoon. The prognosticators are only foretelling of another two really cool mornings before the morning lows climb back above 70.  Believe me, they will be missed immediately.

These ultra nice mornings are requiring an extra battery pack for the tablet. At least I have a few that I can keep charged for the need.

It seems there are to species of birds that are making themselves known these days… hummingbirds and crows. The hummingbirds by their fights at the feeders and the crows by their kawing of in the distance.

Well I’m already into my second cup of muses so I better move on…

 

Sunday, September 10

It’s Gradually Getting Warmer For These Morning Coffee Muses

The neighbor mowed yesterday, so once again the odor of fresh cut grass is strong on the morning air.

Yesterday I walked up on a parakeet on the drive looking for seeds. When I went in and got a handful it started eating out of my hand. It wouldn’t let me grab it though. It was a pretty little bird though. I’m not sure where it may of come from… Another victim of Harvey evidently.

I can hear  quite a few birds off in the woods. I can’t be certain of the identity of most. But I must say the hummingbirds are trickling in. It seems there are more each day fighting over the control of the feeders. I did manage to find two new feeders at HEB. It’s nice that in all the years I’ve been buying them the price has only increased $1. And even with the price increase, it’s half what everyone else charges for the same feeder.

The one thing I haven’t seen since before the storm is the Mississippi Kite. I did see our neighborhood Crested Caracara. I hadn’t seen one all summer though in past years they were a regular sight.

Time to fix breakfast… And get another cup of muses.

Saturday, September 9

I’m Being Spoiled By These Early Fall Morning Coffee Muses

I swear I could really learn to love mornings like this followed by days like we’ve been having this week. And the color, usually the grass is brownish and the trees look pretty bad, dropping leaves already… this year it’s as green as early summer. Which around here means early May.

Driving around the county I’ve even seen some Chinese tallows already showing fall colors. They are an anomaly of course. Most trees in this area don’t show any fall color till late November or early December.

We are far enough in the seasonal progression though that the sun has now transited the house. That mean my mornings are now brighter than I like with the sun now back on this side of the house. The house is kicked a bit to the east of true south, so it’s the morning sun that hits the porch more than the afternoon sun. Most years at this point in the season it’s this morning sun beating down in full force that heats up this porch beyond comfortable that drives me indoors. Another reason to be thankful for these unseasonably cool mornings.

Well, we have a birthday party to get ready for today so I better run..

 

the ramblings of my brain over that first cup… and other meanders