Cards juice knee wire
Seen in the avenues during my walk yesterday morning.
For a number of years I have been feeding birds, mostly but not only sparrows.
This year I have noticed that they are eating not as much as they did, last year included. The change of their eating habits is noticeable.
Is this just another manifestation of the effects of climate change?
Certainly this year has been hotter.
I was going to write :
Another morning has gone by.
Every and each morning is unique.
The similarities are apparent.
This morning, a bumble bee is flying around, exploring the flowers on the hanging baskets, one after the other, tasting the nectar.
These specific acts did not happen yesterday.
The bee was present, too.
Her movements, her route, were singular.
Although past the summer solstice.
Days are, already, becoming shorter.
Enough to notice.
Yannick cat was on my lap, earlier.
She enjoys days like today.
Mild, breezy, the sun just hiding behind a veil of detailed clouds.
The chirp of, mostly, sparrows colouring the morning.
As their flying to and from the feeders do, too.
In spite of our presence.
After an early morning, breakfast consumed.
The trees dancing with the wind.
The school girl has already gone.
She is very young.
Scorching sunshine, almost unbearable.
Early in the morning.
Yesterday late afternoon electrical semi-tropical storm.
Rain cascading from the heavens, troubled.
Dark clouds blackened the once blue sky to the score of ominous rambling and lighting.
Rain, rain, and more rain…
Cats looking from the safety of being behind the windows, with slight concerned expressions.
Oblivious to the illumination provided by lighting, followed by the deep cry of the sky.
I won’t be watering the garden for a day or so.
Yannick climbed onto the open top pane of the window, following the unfolding drama.
Afternoon has taken over, chasing away those dark clouds.