|In the Wet Mountains, April 17, 2011|
Today is cool and cloudy, but nothing has happened yet. It is nerve-wracking weather. We are sniffing the air like dogs for smoke.
And, weirdly, the male broad-tailed hummingbirds who usually arrive reliably on April 15th have not arrived. (At our house, of the males are called "Chico," just as all scrub jays are "Timmy.)
I hung up a feeder this morning away, like a lighthouse for hummingbirds.
UPDATE: I wrote this post mid-day at the library. When I came, returning from walking Shelby the lollie, there was Chico at the feeder, and a light rain was falling.
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