Hot Birthday in June

There's a special greeting at the end of this post.

;-)

She's hot, hot, hot. Working her brains out and watching her babes flutter to safety. I saw one of her Robin babes exit a maple across the street, working its young wings so hard on its first flight. It gracefully landed on the sizzling street asphalt. A few adult Robins coaxed the little one with worms dangling from their beaks to a shaded spot on my neighbors lawn. It followed, on feet, squawking with every step. Sweet. And almost immediately, the babe mimicked their behavior and searched for worms, too. I wish my photos were post-worthy.

I’d love to offer different birds but this is all I have, man. Better days are ahead. I'm counting on it.

I’m feeding very little. My lovelies are gone, as a result.

And this is why. What else can I do?

It’s hot. Eighteen degrees above normal. Dry. Sunflowers wilting. Pond water check: 95 degrees.

Too hot for many words tonight.

They're welcome here. I'm guzzling water, too. And then I think of Indiana and other disastrous weather around the world. I shouldn't complain.

Then, there are the Licker Sisters who can't tolerate extreme cold or heat. We surprised them with a new swimming pool to help them out.

Bella had forgotten how she enjoyed it last summer.

I’m c-c-confused. How did my Hulie Hoop get here? I think I’m g-g-getting upset.

Whine. Belch. Cry. Squeal. Utterly tormented. Pitiful.

I w-w-wanna git it. It's my Hulie Hoop.

My Hulie. Mine.

Chloe arrives at the scene: Who is the idiot that put a golf ball in this pool? It’s too damned cold for me in there and she knows it.

I’m no fool. I can get it from here. I'll bob for it.




This is g-g-great, Chloe! Ahhhh... S-s-swim with me!

Not today, Bella. Not this summer. I’m going inside.

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And above all else, it's a special day for our daughter, Gina. She’s twenty-six already. Seems like yesterday when she arrived, but also seems so long ago...




Active girl. In her Winnie the Pooh sleeper. Strong. Lefty, immediately, no doubt.

Always a doer. She would rather just do it than to study it.

Sweet-natured and always appreciating peace.

Loves all animals and often feels more compassion for them than for people...

Grew to be independent. Successful in many ways.

Lovely.

Very witty.

Must have the last word in an argument.

Intelligent.

Working on wisdom, however.

Aren’t we all?

Happy Birthday, Bean. We love you.