The heat goes on, 103º as I write this at nearly 7:00 p.m. We've lost count of the number of days over 100º. I personally blame Cynthia and Dick, who came here from Austin last month bringing scorching temperatures with them. They forgot to take the heat back home.
Adding insult to injury, grasshoppers have totally consumed the fragrant autumn chrysanthemum Pam gave me.
No fragrant blossoms this year. I've lowered my expectations and just hope it doesn't die!
One bright spot is that Bill and Carol, who are moving away, gave us their bird bath. It arrived just in time to save many thirsty birds. Chicken Creek has run dry, so this became a life-saving oasis for our birds. Birds came in by the dozen. A waiting line formed on nearby tree branches. Four juvenile robins just developing red breasts hang out all day at the bird bath, splashing and drinking. Others who come are cardinals, bluebirds, phoebes, titmice, song sparrows, and others I haven't identified.
Birds are shy, of course, so all I have to offer is a photo of an empty bird bath. You'll just have to take my word for it.
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