It’s time for Mother Raven’s annual visit. No more lazy hours on the computer for me. I’ll be sneaking in here for quality computer time before she wakes up and after she turns in. She doesn’t have a computer, so she likes to see what goes on in here. I can show her around the interwebs. Other than that, we’re not going far from home while she’s here. We’re not even going to the Independence Day parade. It’s supposed to be 90+ degrees. Too hot for me.
We had an unprecedented early spring this year, the driest in a century. This June was the hottest June ever recorded, 20 degrees above average. There’s been no measurable rain since June 3rd, breaking the most consecutive days without precipitation record, set 60 years ago. River levels are at record lows, endangering fish. Humidity is very low. Fire danger is extremely high. All fireworks have been banned in Flathead county, even professional displays. It’ll be interesting to see how many citizens ignore that decree.
Betty (the black and white) has been broody. She wants to sit on eggs, but she’s not laying any. She sits on Penny and Fanny’s eggs until I take them away. She sits in the nest box all day, even when it’s 100 degrees. Sometimes Wilma sits in there with Betty, both of them crammed in one nest box, panting. I think Wilma misses Betty. I’ve seen her gaze into Betty eyes so tenderly; I’m sure she’s asking, What’s wrong, sister?
I take Betty out a couple times a day to make sure she’s drinking and eating. She stays out a little while, but then heads back inside. I wonder how long this will go on?
The new hens are adjusting well. Penny looks like she’s gaining weight. She’s a very shy, quiet hen. Fanny still looks awful, but her wound seems to be healing and feathers are starting to poke through the bare spots. Fanny is friendly and curious, always asking questions. She might turn out to be a good holdin’ hen. The new hens are good layers; they haven’t missed a day.
The bluebirds are hot too.
It was too hot to bake, so I bought a cake and stuck Mr. Bill on it. The kids didn’t know who Mr. Bill was, of course. Saturday Night Live, people! A long time ago, apparently. I showed them a Mr. Bill video from the olden days, which they thought was pretty funny.
Oh, and this gem. It’s worthy of an entire post, but I have to get ready for company.
I’ll just say this: I’m proud to celebrate my Independence!
(at home, in front of the air conditioner)
Daily Prompt: In the Summertime.