smoke, stripes, and glowing eyes

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the roastingly hot purebred border collie, here today to tell you just how hot I’ve been, and about some of my adventures. You may remember me from such posts as “A Smoky Day”, among so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose,  on a hot and smoky afternoon.It still hasn’t rained, and none is in the forecast. The guy I live with has been watering a bit, but not enough, he says. Even the local residents are hot.I’ve mostly been lying around, roasting. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hot for so long.

The sunsets have been pretty spectacular, though. This isn’t a really good picture. There are things going on in the garden. A few things, anyway. There’s this little oak seedling:And some cyclamen. This is Cyclamen fatrense, flowering just about on time. It got a little water last week.And the big shrubby buckwheat, Eriogonum corymbosumSo that’s the non-striped news.

As you no doubt know, I’ve been getting three walks a day, with the third walk some time after 10:30 at night. It isn’t nearly so hot then.
Well, last night, our adventure quickly became a striped one. These aren’t very good pictures but you can see what I mean. See that black spot in the center, way back by the trees?The striped kitty headed off to the right, to hide behind the trees, I guess.I wanted to get closer but the guy I live with said no. When we got to the sidewalk we could see where the striped kitty went. I know this is a super blurry picture but you can still see it, trotting down the sidewalk. Imagine walking down the sidewalk and meeting a striped kitty.So then I wanted to go back, and we did. There are things to check out on the canal road which are more interesting than sidewalk things.
We were walking along the canal road, on the way towards home; the guy I live with had his headlamp on, because we’ve seen more than one striped kitty here, and all of a sudden we saw a pair of glowing eyes coming towards us.
The guy I live with said just to stand where I was, and not do anything, so I didn’t.
The eyes kept coming closer.
Finally they stopped, looked in our direction, and headed off on the path on the south side of the canal, then turned and went on the path we walk on, behind all the houses.
It was a coyote. So of course it went along the coyote path.
But that was pretty scary until we knew what it was.

That’s been the last few days. Hot and smoky. Not much else going on.

Until next time, then.

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40 Responses to smoke, stripes, and glowing eyes

  1. tonytomeo says:

    It has been hot and smoky here too. I came to the Santa Clara Valley, and after I got here, the region back home was evacuated. I do not know when I can return. It is smokier in the Santa Clara Valley than I can ever remember it being!

  2. Coyote!?!?!?!?!? EEKKKKK!!! Mani are you an yore Guy OKay??? Wee have a seereuss FEER of Coyotess up here. They will come innto poppylated areass an snatch small doggiess an catss an iss allwayss a bad endin fore THE 4 legged cott bye Coyote.
    An it soundss like there are alot of stripey kittiess there…
    Pierre our ressydent Skunk-kitty has been ’round here too. LadyMew even left blueberriess out fore him an hee eated them an DID NOT spray our garden! Mew mew mew….
    Mee can emagin how dry it iss there. Wee follow mewss ’bout yore firess an Callyfornia firess an firess inn British Columbia (western Catnada) an even way up North at Red Lake inn our Province Ontario!!! So much fire an smoke….it iss scarey!
    Pleese bee safe Mani an Mistur Guy.
    ***purrss*** an **nose rubss** BellaDharma an LadyMew too

  3. Nell Lancaster (z6b/7a Va) says:

    LOL at Tony’s suspicions that foothills & mountains get up to things when made invisible by smoke, fog, etc! Maybe out west, where your elevations are young and frisky, geologically speaking. Here the tired, dumpy Appalachians & Blue Ridge, like us human geezers, pretty.much take one day like another, whether on view or screened.
    The obverse of occasionally obscure mountains is the dramatic phenomenon that I experienced in Los Angeles in the mid-1980s: the San Gabriel mountains, made completely invisible by smog for 51 weeks in the year, suddenly appeared in their blue & white glory, loomng over the crest.of Broadway St. in a sparking clear sky after a winter storm of just the right kind. I gasped and almost burst into tears when I saw them the first time, from the unexpected dose of beauty, from mountain longing, and from the sadness of realizing what had been keeping them from us most of the time.

    • paridevita says:

      The guy I live with lived in Los Angeles, but in the 1950s, and the smog wasn’t so bad. They talked about it, though.
      I guess it would be kind of like those rare days when the neighborhood doesn’t reek of perfume, and everything smells fresh and clean. On some summer evenings we could smell ponderosas and stuff from up in the mountains.

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