The 4th arrived hot. I don't mean a little. It was 95 or thereabouts in the shade in the dark at 8:30 when your musist quit the (delightful) parties. Neighborhood fireworks are firing randomly. These are some big assed fireworks too. Lots of height. We found some shockingly big carcasses in the backyard the morning after. SWITBO was engaged in deep plant conversation. All I heard was "blah, blah, blah, plant, blah blah". I was hot and disinterested.
So I made for the front courtyard. Alone. At night. In The Barrio. As expected the streets were full of parked cars. People were laying on the roofs. Waiting. But thankfully not for me.
Mom and Dad's butterfly chairs were re-aimed. Sousa marches were selected. Cocktails were freshened. Ann returned. She was escorted by D of DnT.
And we waited too. We thought the appointed time was 21.00. Turns out is was 21.15.
A hubbub commenced in the street out front. Still not quite sure what that was. But eventually it died out and the participants got in a car and left. Another took it's place. The spot is just in front of the courtyard. SWITBO hears children. She lept from her seat, no easy feat when the seat is a butterfly chair and you are of a certain age, to protect her plants. In fact, these plants are some pretty good sized cactus. Not sure they needed her help, but they got it. All was well regardless.
The fireworks begin. We are maybe a half-mile as the quail walks from ground zero. When these bad boys fire, there is a pretty good concussive wave. And they're going off every couple of seconds.
Car alarms start blaring far and wide. Who needs Sousa marches? Hell, we could hardly hear them.
So for the next 30 minutes we join the pool floaters across the street and generally (car or home) roof top neighbors applauding the City fireworks. Giggling about the car alarms that no one did anything about. If we walk over towards the driveway we can also watch the fireworks over at the city sports stadium as well. But the ground zero display is mo betta.
Sadly, El Jefe did not do the bouncy castle and fireworks this year.
Meanwhile, frequent readers may recall that a dove couple built a nest under the front porch roof and laid two eggs that we discovered when we got down this trip. They hatched and grew to about 2/3 scale in the course of a week. This nest is just outside the study/guest room window so we've had an excellent view of proceedings.
Yesterday there was a lot of preening, walking around on the beam (which had never happened before), looking over the edge, tentative wing stretching and mom (or dad, who can tell) what we could only imagine is encouraging them to get on with it. At one point mom (or dad, who can tell) occupy the nest so there is no room for kids. Well, the kids pushed the adult out of the way.
A lot of resting too. A 12 inch beam walk was followed by several hours of napping.
By our bedtime, nothing happened and they were overflowing a nest not big enough for two 2/3 scale dove off-spring. Looking just a little sheepish.
This morning the nest is empty. We discovered one of them had taken to a pillow in one of the not a butterfly chairs in the front courtyard. Eventually we notice the other one is under one of the trees on the outside of the wall. We've seen some flights that have quite a ways to go before they rival Orville and Wilbur's first flight. Following by lots and lots of resting. And shitting.
Ann was concerned they had been abandoned and might get hungry or thirsty. So prepared a bowl with a hunk of seed block and a bowl with water for each. Turns out mom (or dad, who can tell) seems to know more or less where they are. They pop by from time to time. Enjoy the convenient food and then move off again.
Ann is quite excited.
Meanwhile. Last week we had 1.7ish inches of rain. On Monday we did a hike up A Mountain. Everywhere are these mammillaria cactus. In bloom. They're everwhere. And we've walked right by them without noticing a million times. Took the blooms to notice them. Did I mention they were everywhere?
Well, we have some at the Quail Manor too. And they are blooming. So pictures were taken.
Pretty sure I'm correct that all these were harvested on cactus rescues.
Since she was taking pictures of things blooming, here are some more. The last several come from DnT's. You can tell by the non-compliant with Barrio Covenants painted wall.
The cistern was pretty full so we irrigated yesterday with cistern water. Then today she had watered everything. Used about a 1,000 gallons of "free" water. Need another monsoon!