May 17, 2021
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A few days ago we still needed to run the furnace in the morning to make the house comfortable. Today we have to try to cool it down. The temperature at 11:00 am is 30° (86°F).
We had a long winter and a slow spring. But now we hear birds singing at 4:00 am and I was hearing the serenade of a brown thrasher as I ate my breakfast. Chris was almost despairing of seeing the swallows this year, this is much later than their usual first appearance. This morning they are back!
I haven’t cut the grass yet, the lawn is green but hasn’t grown much because of how dry it is. Little yellow flowers have appeared on our lawn and I enjoy the splash of colour. The scent of lilacs will soon be wafting through the air. Our neighbour’s house has disappeared behind a wall of green leaves. In a few days we won’t be able to see the highway from our house. It is half a mile away and last summer was the first time that the trees on the west side of our acreage had grown dense enough to block our view.
We are enjoying the beautiful weather, farmers around us have been busy the past two weeks and most of the crop is now in the ground. Now we are hearing the old flatlander lament:
We sit and gaze across the plains
And wonder why it never rains.
For the past three weeks the long range forecast has promised heavy rains 7 to 10 days in the future. It’s like a mirage, it keeps moving and we never get closer. One of these days it will surprise us.
May 31, 2016
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I want to report a victory in our battle with the invasive sparrows (see May 14 post). My wife opened up the birdhouse on our garage two more times and each time found and removed a nest the sparrows were building. They finally got the message and gave up. The swallows happily returned to build their nest again.
We now have three happy swallow couples preparing to raise their families in birdhouses around our house. Last week we heard a wren’s song and saw that they have returned to their birdhouse on our clothesline pole.
We hear the brown thrasher singing his repertoire morning and evening, we hear an oriole song from time to time and occasionally catch a glimpse of orange in the trees, goldfinches flock to our feeder and Chris even saw a catbird one day. Everything seems to be right with the world.