Saturday, August 25, 2018

2018 - Day 237/128 - Saturday...1580...

Everything is dead or dying. Why is dying spelled d-y-i-n-g, when, if you were to die, it is spelled d-i-e. Dying is like what you do to a pair of white pants when you really want them to be blue. Not when something is terminally ill, like most of the greenery in central Texas. So far this month, we have had less than an inch and a half of rain. Last month we recorded less than one inch of rain. There is no more rain in the forecast for the rest of this month. We have hit 46 days so far with temperatures over 100 degrees, and the last nine days were highs of 103 degrees or more. Once you hit 100 degrees, I don't really think 104 is any big deal. Mostly psychological. Jody and I went in to Georgetown for lunch as we usually do on Saturdays, and stopped at Berry Creek Park to feed the mules. There was very little water in Berry Creek, but there was an abundance of Egrets and Herens hanging out. I passed them by and then backed-up to take a couple pictures. I do not think I have ever seen this many at one time. Cattle Egrets are another story, there are usually dozens of Cattle Egrets in one place.

Deeds, Actions, Changes, EGRETS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!

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