Monday, July 29, 2013
With the heat wave broken, the temperatures are back to normal again. The nights are cooler, a northwest breeze rustles the oaks, and though it doesn’t yet feel like fall, neither does it feel like the tropics any longer. In the mornings I wear a long shirt or sometimes a summer sweater. The nip is there.
The cooler weather enlivens Baby Dog. She wants to run and be silly, so I let her gallop around to no purpose whatsoever. She returns, breathing hard but happy. Apparently she needed that. Even though the sun is not yet up, many birds are already moving. I hear goldfinch, bluebirds, chipping sparrow and cardinals. Of course, the blue jays and crows are alarming—something is always capturing their attention. The swallows are not in evidence this early, and though they are probably up and moving I don’t hear chickadees or nuthatch this morning. I see three deer high up on the ski slopes, but Baby Dog is more interested in rabbits and possibly the groundhogs. This morning the rabbits flees before we get close enough for Baby Dog to be much interested in it. That’s just as well. I’m in no hurry to have my arm pulled from its socket trying to hold on to her.