I know no reason why a dozen goldfinches arrived at my feeder the other day. Same finch food they haven’t liked; no new nyjer thistle.
A coyote stalked through the bushes behind my yard this morning. The cat seemed to know that it couldn’t come through the fence; instead in running inside, she climbed the stairs to watch it from above.
All around town the Texas Rangers are holding their blooms, but mine have become brown tears dropped onto a spider’s web.
Inside my lipstick vine is finally blooming. The one that I had in my office in SC loved the fluorescent lights and bloomed constantly. (See how the red bloom comes out of the dark-colored tubular calyx as if a tube of lipstick is being twisted up.)
The coyotes were screaming tonight. (It sounded like someone was prodding them with a hot poker.) Then they settled down to short howls.
It’s 7:30 pm and the temperature has cooled down to only 100°. So I haven’t been leaving my door opened, with the screen, at night. Hoping for more of the cooling rains.