Finally, a little rain…
… but not enough to really wash the road dust off the car windows. Still, the cooler temperature makes sitting out on the porch more appealing. I can hear the quail calling and earlier I watched two Northern Flickers engaged in some kind of dance ritual. It looked like two females — perhaps they were deciding to work together instead of tearing each other down. However, I would swear, from the body language, that one asked the other if she had put on a lot of weight over the summer. I guess birds will be birds.
There is a doe walking down the hill behind the house. As I go check on the cats, one of the very few fawns I’ve seen this year stops to figure out if I am dangerous. The doe moves on down the hill, her big walking strides carrying her quickly farther from potential danger. The fawn bounces with four-legged leaps after her. Later, I hear the fawn bouncing through the dry grass again. I think the cool night air is a relief to many of us who call this hill home.
