Hot, muggy, sweat-drenched two-hour walk in Whitemud Creek. It was beautiful, but even at 10:30 am, most of the birds had buggered off, or were resting quietly somewhere. It was a very ‘still’ walk. Every so often, I’d hear the hum of a bee, but other than my fellow ravine enjoyists, it was dead calm. Probably the heat. I did spot that pileated ‘couple’ from last week, but they were pecking on the forest floor, and not easily photographed.

Took Maggie for a constitutional through the park this morning, and then set off by myself in the full glare of the sun. Tomorrow, I will try to go a little earlier. I don’t mind the heat…some days…but the humidity was a bit much. We’re in the middle of a heat wave, so either I deal with it, or I hide out in the basement. By the end of my walk, I was fantasizing about cheese sandwiches and a cold shower. I accomplished both within half an hour of my return. The creek is a fetid dark brown at the moment. Or should I say, burnt umber? I don’t think I would have wanted Maggie to take a swim, but the ducks didn’t seem to mind. Lush. Green. Hot. A very summery, summer walk.

12:40/26C