Sunday, dusk

Finally cool enough to sit outside. The next few days are expected to be blistering, so no playcare for Gaby. I don’t want her running around in 85F+, and she doesn’t like heat anyway so it’s all good.

Passed the small pond during the morning’s walk in the park–the regular park, not the preserve–and saw that the singleton snow goose was still part of the flock of Canadas that inhabits the place. Glad to see it was still around, even though it makes me a little sad that it’s not with other snow geese. How did it wind up here? Did it lose its way? Get injured? Was it abandoned as a gosling and adopted? Oh well, it seems fine–it was swimming in the midst of the Canadas and feeding, just like one of the gang, so it looks like it’s well-integrated.

Going to stay outside until I see Venus, and keep an eye out for bats. They’ve been scarce lately, I think because of the lack of rain and subsequent mosquito shortage. I’m sure there are other bugs for them to eat, but they must not be around here. Lately if I see one or two over the course of 15 minutes, I’m doing well.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.