Took an ill-advised walk this afternoon to the fake wetland up by the mcmansions along the power line (she said, flexing her cartographer’s muscles). It was very hot, but fruitful, bird-wise. Not humid though, and I guess that’s half the battle. I still got burnt. YA BURNT, as Seth Meyers would say.

Even in the blinding, bleaching light of the noon sun, it was fantastically green everywhere, in spite of the lack of rain. The blossoms are past peak but summer is here. Also, lots and lots of ducks. There was even a mallard inside a yard behind a fence, looking a little confused.

12:30 to 2:00/26C