Thursday, July 23, 2015

Saskatchewan Jungle

Quite the light show late last night!

In the far distant south, the entire sky was lit up by lightning, continuously (and I mean continuously, not continually!), for a long, long time. I'm waiting to hear on the news where that was. Even from here, it was something to see. Apocalyptic. Far enough away that we couldn't hear the thunder, but incredible enough that you almost hated to go to bed and miss any of it.

Scott threw on some clothes and lit out down the road in hopes of a better view and some photos. I stood in my pyjamas and watched from the back step, rubbing my bare arms, until the cool night air forced me back in.

The dandelion war is not over, by far. 
This morning I awoke, as always in summertime when we sleep with the window open, to the jungle-like cacophony of a variety of birds: the red-winged blackbirds, of course, which seem to be the largest population at the dugout behind the house; the sora's high-pitched exuberance; the song sparrow's pretty trilling; the tree swallows that have moved in lately by the dozens; the odd crow; magpies sometimes; robins; goldfinches; doves or pigeons; mudhens; the snipe's wings winnowing through the air; others whose sound I can't identify. I could lie there for an hour and listen to them, but I don't dare; they'll put me back to sleep.

Out on the step, where I always take my coffee to see what kind of day it is, I see many more birds that have been quiet: the brown-headed cowbirds poking around the back yard soil; the hummingbirds chasing each other; the barn swallows. If I park myself in a chair for a while, some of them flit past my head so close and so fast I think they're teasing me. Up higher, hawks soar, and pelicans circle by, and gulls swing through, and turkey vultures sometimes take a reconnaisance tour above the yard.

Lounging out there is as good as sitting in a busy airport, people-watching. It's a neverending parade. And the longer you sit, the more brave and curious the birds become, and they will come closer and closer to check you out.

7 comments:

  1. It was pretty wild down south (here) for a while yesterday evening. Wind blew the rain like snow. I could not see a quarter mile at times. Lightning and thunder pretty close , loud and frequent. Maybe three quarter inch rain and no hail at the yard anyway.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. If I knew where you are, Ralph, this might answer my question. Around Dysart?

      Delete
  2. We have had a couple of storms when the temps get excessive, but nothing to worry about. July like June has been super rainy. Keep complaining that we haven't had much of a summer, but still better than other areas of the country. http://www.ctvnews.ca/video?clipId=663490&playlistId=1.2483995&binId=1.810401&playlistPageNum=1&binPageNum=1

    Looks like you morning is off to a pleasant start, with the birds and the sunshine. Have a good weekend.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Every day this week has been a weekend! Lovin' it.

      Delete
  3. I love waking up to the birds, too. My bedroom faces the back yard and every morning we drink our coffee in bed, where we can see the birds.

    ReplyDelete

Leave a message here or email me at stubblejumperscafe@gmail.com, home of the snow and land of the wheat!