We had a couple of fledgling robins in the bird bath this morning, splashing and soaking.
For long periods they just sat there in the water, seeming to be trying to figure out how they had become so lucky on another hot day in Arizona.
(It's 88 degrees at 9:30 a.m. as I'm typing this.)
I have thought a lot about hot weather and lack of rain since I wrote yesterday's post.
A different Robin commented that she didn't think it should ever get above 70 degrees.
While I insist that I don't mind the heat, I'd conjecture that the ideal day would be one where the temperature hovered at about 75.
I seem to be troubled recently by biting insects of some type or another which have prompted me to put my shorts away for awhile and go back to jeans.
Judy has long told me, and I fully agree, that I seem to attract mosquitoes while she repels them.
I haven't seen any skeeters and have been of the opinion that my itching comes from spiders nipping me while I'm asleep.
(Like someone more well-known than me, I make this statement with no proof or evidence.)
Like the hot weather, I am not alarmed by spiders while SWMBO reacts violently.
Well I suspect I've gotten myself into more trouble than I wanted now so I think I'll close this stream of consciousness soliloquy for the day.
Stay safe.
