A Summer Blog, part thirty
Saturday, August 04, 2018
The sun continues to march to the south which means it is behind the house and shades the deck until well after 8am. By the time it reaches me, I really appreciate its warmth. The storm earlier this week rearranged the river and its rocks. A pool that formed a couple of years ago is gone and a piece of the bank is gone. Some tiny islands of grass were uprooted. The rocks walked into new patterns—subtle but there. I feel sorry for mama hummer. I’m not sure how far she is having to go to find food to feed herself. I know the babies get a lot of insects for food—and we have those, but she feeds mostly on nectar and the flowers were destroyed in the storm. It will not be long before the babies will be able to join her in her search for food. They are already testing their wings in the cottonwood’s nearby branches. The chats seem to have packed up the family and started their southward journey and I (strangely) miss their scolding calls. This morning there were songs from the canyon wren and the towhee to keep me company. Summer is passing and I am saddened by the thought of a cold winter on its way. But that will not stop me from enjoying what is left of the season.