My tango with Covid has concluded. The planet swings past the equinox and we dip away from sunlight as shadows stretch into fall. Today, the first hermit thrush of the season measures the change.
The Big Yard has hosted 98 species of birds for September, a new record by two after that astounding September in 2020. The previous drought year. The monsoon departs, what there was of it, leaving us with a little more than seven inches of rain, ten inches shy of normal. The grasses struggled with green this summer; the flowers didn’t bother with color at all. The landscape is absent of butterflies.
For now, the birds and I settle into the dry, short days and lean toward the coming dance with El Nino.
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So happy to see your posting! Was hoping Covid wouldn’t interfere with insightful observations & beautiful photos. All the best, be well.
That’s a feature of dry conditions I only noticed last year, the lack of butterflies!