Saturday, June 27, 2026, 59.5* F, 91% RH, 0646
Sky gray with a gauze of fog. Perfect setting for a Stephen King novel. Spaceship solar light now level after blowing away the June bug upside down on the edge and spider on the opposite side. Many webs on the ground, some holding droplets of water.
The canopy is less vociferous, not one Ovenbird heard, only 7 others: Blue Jay, Black-and-white Warbler, Red-eyed Vireo, Veery, Least Flycatcher, Common Yellowthroat, Tufted Titmouse. Yesterday a Cooper’s Hawk flew to a limb, departed as I focused. The black ducks have not been seen for weeks. Much of the stream hidden by lush green.
Waiting for agility, less stiff fingers to swap wires left for right on hearing aids to narrow down the cause of “no sound.” If only the dishwasher was so easily diagnosed. It doesn’t fit in my hands.
We do what we can.
Photo: LJ Austin
