As we begin our 13th week we were woken by a Gray Jay noisily attacking each of our windows.

Living in a new environment keeps challenging my mind to let go of what seemed rational.   Rivers go down when it is sunny and hot.  Birds fly with their feet underneath them.  It is dark at midnight.

Here sunny, hot, dry weather means the river is raging and water runs across and down our road.  Sunny weather has caused much higher water levels than rainy weather.  I am tempted to bushwhack upstream to see just what snowfield is melting to cause such dramatic runoff.  It is far enough away that there is a significant lag.  It is roughly 12 hours from the peak heat to the peak water levels.

I saw a weird looking bird this winter.  It was flying so strangely.  Then it croaked – why was the raven flying like that?  While I was trying to make sense of it, it flipped over.  Right side up it was clearly a normal raven.  It had been flying upside down for at least a minute.

I am going to buy a parakeet and name it Midnight. I really wanted to insert a photo of 2 parakeets here, one blue and one green. But I gave up trying to download public domain photos. C says no one will get my joke anyway…