Eight inches of water in a week. That’s what we got up on Green Mountain, west of Denver. That’s about half of what we normally get in a YEAR. On the other hand, it is also about half of what we got during the Week of Water a year and a half ago.
The good news is that, although it was close, there was no significant flooding. We’ll still have to keep an eye on afternoon thunderstorms for a couple of weeks, as any dumps of rain onto the water-logged soils could still cause problems, but overall we were lucky.
The rain made for some great photographs. I saw a cool boulder on my weekly hike up Apex Canyon. In the rock’s ancient past, it had been heated and warped so that now it looked like it was flowing into Apex Creek. The wetness on the rock surface from the rain helped with the illusion.
On the same hike, I came across a canyon wren trilling in the American plum shrubs along the trail. Normally, Canyon Wrens are very shy, being heard but not seen. I was really lucky — his guy practically posed for me. If you look closely in the first picture, you can see his tongue as it trills his song.
I know that the rain drove birds to my feeders. I never get Lazuli Buntings, except when it rains. This bedraggled boy was filling up on seed when I got my coffee this morning, and stayed till around noon.
Finally, we had hummingbirds coming by. I don’t usually put out hummingbird feeders so early, because they never stop at them until mid-summer, but I figured the wet cold weather might give them a reason to make an exception. Hummingbirds go into a kind of nightly hibernation to conserve energy. If they don’t eat enough during the day, they can starve to death overnight. On a cold night like this one promises to be, they can use all the extra energy that they can get. I put hummingbird water out, and within an hour, we had hummers filling up.