The air is thick. I have just come inside, the car temp says 99. Walking from the car to the house, I feel as though I've been licked by an elephant. The cicadas are gearing up with screeching rhythmic choruses, Skreeeeeeeee Skreeeeeeeee. Then silence, pierced by a bird coming down the chimney, bursting into the living room with such force the cat shits all over the floor. No hunter, she, the cat hides under the bed, leaving us to catch and release the terrified bird. We succeed, using the fish net I retrieve from the pond out back. The raccoon has been here again last night, peeling off another one of my goldfish like a potato chip. The package of coyote urine pellets has arrived thanks to Mr. UPS. I sprinkle it all around the pond. The heavens open again, and pour rain. The same bird comes down the chimney. Her feathers are still all over the front porch from earlier. Is she attracted to the coyote urine? Or maybe she just likes making my cat shit.
Photo by Paulette Hurdlik