So we finally got our summer.  It’s today and yesterday, with records broken yesterday and probably today too. Then it’s supposed to go back to the 60ish-to-70-degree coolness with the usual breeze off the Bay that we’ve had for weeks, perfect shawl weather. Tomorrow.
There’s been a goldfinch just outside my window putting on quite a display today: it’s been holding its tail stretched open as wide as it can go, trying to cool off. I’ve been watching it relax, go oh wait that’s right and stretch it back out–hold it right there–that’s better. Relax, flare out, hold. Repeat.
On the ground, the mourning doves are winging it in their own AC effort.
My hanging sugarpine cone was held to its string up there, I learned, by glue. It came unglued in the heat. Smashing Sugarpines would make a great rock band name.
The suet cake is dripping slowly.
The squirrels are looking longingly through the window at my tomatoes that are grabbing at their chance to finally turn color–inside, out of reach of their greedy little thievery.
A house finch lands and spreads his tail in a wide V too as I type this.
I tell you. It’s feather-and-fan weather out there.