So far today is an identical match to yesterday. It's mild, and the clouds can't decide if they want to stay or go. Sunday broke the streak of daily rainfall, as skies threatened on multiple occasions but never mounted to anything. Our high temperature read 65 degrees and our low for the period was 51. There was the lightest of mists this morning, and temps are in the mid 60's for the moment. Hopefully things stay dry so the llamas can get down without having to contend with rain during their descent, and the same for Alan while he unloads.
As previously discussed, this has been an exceptional year in terms of critter activity around camp. Deer, squirrels, and snails have been roaming the slopes in high numbers. There are times when I stroll by our incinerator and stir up a flock of Red Crossbill Finches, sometimes as many as 20 birds! They must like the warmth radiating from the trash-burning beast. There have been a few bears nosing around this season, and signs of the ever elusive fox and bobcat. Today I was excited to spot a Monarch Butterfly, the first I've seen up here this year. They seem like such a rarity anymore, so it feels like a trophy find to observe one dancing between flowers in bloom, especially this high. Travel well our little, orange, fluttery friend.