We’re experiencing uncharacteristically wet weather here in Colorado and are in day four (I think?) of off-and-on-again rain. Dare I say it? Yes, I dare: It’s exceedingly M-O-I-S-T around these parts (apologies to those who loathe that word but I could not resist).
This morning I looked out and saw a member of the typically debonaire American Kestrel species out on the wire. In the rain.
I thought about offering an umbrella, but the always-present-even-under-wet-circumstances imperious kestrel-tude let me know it was best to keep quiet.