|Margie Wrye's 'Cats'|
Even our Twinpeak is shrouded in clouds. The rain came to late for the Palo Verde on the right - we lost several over the last four years, but we also have some nice new seedlings growing up.
|Friday morning rain gauge|
|mostly Mourning Doves and Gamble's Quail|
Our resident Costa's Hummer seems to enjoy the rain. He has a perch under roof, but he keeps darting out into the open to sit in the creosote bush (you should smell the aroma!), where he preens and spreads wings and tail feathers under the raindrops. Our hummers are all crazy about showers and often follow us around to bathe in the spray of the watering can or, even better, the hose. The little Costa's is the same guy that bumped into the studio window last week (the right photo shows his minute-long convalescence in my palm).
For the last week we had a steady influx of either Painted or Westcoast Ladies. I never got close enough to check and for now they have disappeared. But I did find this little Empress Leilia that had taken refuge from the rain among the needles of a saguaro close to her Desert Hackberry bush.
At least two more rainy days are predicted, and now I'm already hoping for a few more sunny warm days to enjoy butterflies and harvest tomatoes and bell peppers that are finally growing very nicely.
|Rain gauge on Saturday morning|