Yesterday hit 92 degrees. I was dreading it. I keep my doors and windows open and let in the night breezes. I have to wear a sweat shirt when I get up at 5:00 a.m. I closed everything up when it reached 60 degrees. By lunchtime it was 89 degrees. In the house, It was still cold and decided to eat lunch on the deck for a little warmth.
It was comfortingly warm and balmy, I felt like I was taking a warm bath. Delicious. The only downside was eating alone. But I chuckled as I thought of Jim, in his sweats, having cold rainy mornings. Hmmm! Even Northern California weather has a lot to recommend it. Low humidity is key. I like it.
It wasn’t until I loaded my pictures into my computer that I noticed something unusual about this hawk. Do you see it? Then I realized why he flew only a short distance away to a nearby tree. There was another bigger hawk, probably a female, nearby calling from atop a telephone pole.