I continue to be amazed by the space available. Inside. Our car. Leave the passenger(s) at home, and you can put the oddest things into the area behind the driver’s seat.
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Two days running, with big warnings and ominous clouds. Followed by nothing. I’m back in from the BBQ, watching more fog roll in. The hummingbirds were busy behind me; I paid little attention to the reddish hue of my tee. They don’t attack (do they?)
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We were warned. Throughout the afternoon, a persistent risk of thunderstorm activity. The web alarms were sounded. On Twitter, photos of black skies from the west, and piles of new hail in the hedgerows. I waited; for all my heightened state of alert, I listened to a few low-pitched booms from waterward. Here at home… nothing. Maybe another day.
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While I wait for my hummingbird nectar to cool (boiling water, not good for birds), I find myself wondering. Is that visitor at the window aware that the feeder is in the kitchen? Am I under surveillance by something with a brain no larger than a chickpea? Scary.
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Looking out my window, through the trusty ‘scope, I realize that all of those white flashes on the water surface are something living. Birds, diving after fish (I can’t tell you who or what; they’re too far away). Still, I’m glad that the ocean remains an abundant larder. We hear about “the factory ships” which do come into the area, cleaning the depths. I’d hate to look out over a desert.
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Right outside my dining room window, I have a syrup dispenser. To be fair, the contents are just lightly sugared tap water, but to those that frequent the fountain, this is the easiest flower around to get a good shot of nectar. I’m referring to our local hummingbirds, of course.
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When a simple statement by someone else breaks down a genealogical “brick wall”, a bell should ring. Loudly. At a recent meeting, while chatting about an ancestor, one of the local resource people said that the person was a Glendalale Settler. And there it was. Documented. In that book that had come home back at the end of last summer to rest by the bedside.
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I didn’t recognize the truck. Or the driver, actually. Not unusual; we haven’t had that many visitors since our arrival. With the dog on pause, I went out to meet and greet.
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When it comes to identifying the various clients of our seed dispensers, I’m a recognition rookie. Turns out that the robins don’t care for my fare, and when the usual (blue jays) give space, all kinds of new and interesting faces show up. Like this one.
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This afternoon, running on a dose of solar energy, I got things done. In one case, for the first time, ever. Never underestimate the sunshine effect.
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