Heat predicted

(I posted this on the wrong blog - mortifying!)

This morning early, an egret was probing the mud along the bulkhead across the creek. Songbirds were everywhere, including one at the very tip-top of the dawn redwood. It was silhouetted against the sky so I cannot say what it was. We have a redwood because the greenhouse said that was better than a bald cypress. That was before I understood the need to plant natives. Both trees are deciduous conifers that turn copper and then shed their needles in the fall.

The morning sky held a lovely mare's tail cirrus cloud. The predicted heat has arrived. Pelicans are still fishing in the creek. I wonder if that's because the shad (or something) are running, or because it is more sheltered from the wind?

The day concluded with a strong smell of swamp fire, as though there's a controlled burn in one of the refuges. But there should not be with this wind! Flocks of cormorants were wheeling over the creek at sunset.