Roadrunners don't visit our backyard; they tend to be loners; we see them occasionally in the front yard trolling for grasshoppers. But when it's 109 degrees in the shade, they come in for water just like the cardinals and white-winged doves and blue jays. It's been so hot this week I put out iced water for the birds twice a day.
Rain is a distant memory. A couple of days ago, in the early morning, I dreamed that it was raining. I lay there for what seemed like an hour, listening to the rain beat down upon the metal roof. I was soooo reluctant to get out of bed, because I knew it wasn't really raining. My latest project, a round depiction of Outer Space, languishes on the back porch, because I need to nip lots and lots of glass and I don't want to do it in the house and it's just too darn hot out there!