Last night I got my wish — it rained gently and steadily all night long, cooling off our part of the world and turning it into waterfront property just for the morning. It drains off fairly quickly, but whenever it rains this much we have a very different vista when we look out in the morning.
A pair of shorebirds that looked like herons except for the curve of their bills was wandering around the Capt's truck, breakfasting on drowning bugs. One of the neighborhood feral cats hunkered down close to the ground watching them in utter fascination. I could just hear his thoughts: "Now those are some big boids! But how do you catch one, without the other one beating you up? Where's my gang, when I need 'em?"
I Googled images of shorebirds of Mexico, trying to ID our misguided visitors, but sometimes even the Suppository of All Knowledge (as the Capt calls it) will let you down. Anybody out there got a clue?
P.S. The Capt finally got a recording of us that plays all the way through. The catch: he got to put it on his blog. Go there if you'd like to hear it.