I went outside this morning to do what I do every morning. I fill the two cage feeders and fill up the flat feeder with black sunflower seeds. I empty out the water and replace it with fresh water. Then I hose down the deck to clean up all the leftover bird seed and acorns.
While doing this I was conscious of just two things:
(1) it was incredibly humid. I felt like i was trying to breath through soup, and
(2) I was being killed by mosquitoes.
Because of all the rain we’ve had this summer, not only do we have wild floral and weed growth, we also have a staggering number of mosquitoes. Everywhere. Outside, they are like a wall of hungry little flying jaws attacking from every direction. But inside, they bite your face, your ears, your fingers, your toes. One of the little bastards bit me inside my ear. The dog has to wear some kind of mosquito repelling gunk — so WE are the one’s who are being bitten. I think he laughs at us while we sit here and scratch.
It had started to rain when I first went out there, but I just had a feeling and watered the flowerboxes anyway. Sure enough, by the time I went in the house, the sun had come out.