Another Rare Beautifully Cool Spring Morning Coffee Muses
There’s a nice breeze blowing out of the north on this relatively cool morning. Texas’s yoyo weather has struck again… spring… summer… spring… summer. Up, down, up, down. Humid, dry, humid, dry. Every variable that can be measured, marveled at, discussed and cussed, bounces like a rubber ball on a playground. But, days like this, I’ll buy a gross. That’s probably more than we’ve seen in a year or more.
Mind blown… I mentioned there are a dozen or more chickadees flying around my backyard of a morning here lately. Well for the first time I heard the one sign the song that gave them their name. In the past all I had ever heard was their chitter call, but today one sat on the feeder and sang chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee. I didn’t know they did that.
The clouds I see to the east must be the remnants of the rains that went through last evening. Our prognosticators are foretelling a cooler start to tomorrow. I can hardly wait…
Beautiful Summer Preview Before Spring Returns Morning Coffee Muses
It’s quieter than usual out this morning. The cottontail managed a quick escape this morning… from a hawk gliding in low over the yard. I don’t think the cottontail was the main target , I think the hawk thought he had a squirrel on the ground. In my book the hawk can cull the squirrel population all he wants. They’ve been growing way too numerous these past few years…
The neighborhood pileated woodpecker is announcing his presence this morning. Moving through the little patches of woods that still border Mustang Bayou. It’ll be a sad thing when the woods are gone and so is the pileated.
The prognosticators are foretelling of a chance of rain when the cool front come thru. My worry this time of year is that the weather oracles will miss and the front will stall in Conroe. I mean, come on, I’ve been anticipating the two days of 50 degree mornings for a week now. Now don’t get me wrong, it won’t (or at least isn’t supposed to) actually reach 50 . But it will be in the fifties, upper in the morning and lower on Monday. A good fifteen degrees cooler than mornings for the last little while.
It’s that time of the morning, the Wal-Mart gulls are changing parking lots. They are actually laughing gulls but around here we only see them in the big parking lots. Every day a few or a lot will fly over the house coming from somewhere and heading somewhere else… laughing as they go.
Another cup of Joe is calling my name…
Another Rainy Cool Morning Coffee Muses
When I looked out the bathroom window this morning the concrete out front was wet but it wasn’t raining. By the time I got to the back porch the rain had begun to fall again. It has been falling now for half an hour and shows no sign of letting up. When I pulled up the weather radar I could see why. There’s a narrow band of rain that’s training up from the gulf, and we, it seems, are sitting right on the tracks.
Yesterday I saw my first migrant buntings. A couple, male and female couple, of indigo buntings found my backyard feeder. They spent a good deal of time eating as fast as they could. Maybe the cool front later in the week will cause a few more migrants to “fall out”.
Time to call it quits out here, it’s raining hard enough to be raising a mist that’s blowing onto the porch…
A Really Chilly Spring Morning Coffee Muses
It feels like we’ve stepped back into winter this morning. Or at least, as much of a winter as we’ve had this year. The temperature is in the upper 40’s as the sun comes up. Some of the stations here in town are reading as low as 45 degrees. Feels pretty good out here on the back porch. For one of the few times this year I can see my breath fogging out in front of my face…
The birds are sure happy with the still, cool, sunny morning. The number of individual crows that fly over is amazing. Each and every one is looking to see if I’ve tossed out any stale bread. I don’t do it more than once every couple of weeks or so, but, they remember. And all day every day crows will fly over and check the yard.
It sounds like we’ll have another day of construction sounds. It’s not even 8:00 and we’ve had to loads of sand dumped next door. At least the workers don’t get that early of a star… The rumble of their heavy equipment is bad, but that Damn beep beep beep of the back up alarm will drive you crazy.
Once again the cottontail is out this morning. It’s becoming a daily thing, either morning or evening, but a sighting almost every day.
Time for another cup… and email is calling.