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Tomé esta foto el pasado otoño. Fue un verano tan caluroso y seco que no había ni gota de agua en el bellísimo meandro del Melero. Tenía intención de volver y repetir la misma con el río hasta arriba, pero tal y como están sucediendo las cosas me temo que no habrá crecido ni un poquito
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Pendant de longues années, la fauvette a été un oiseau très répandu en Europe, mais sa population a subi une forte chute à la fin des années soixante et au début des années soixante-dix. La cause en est la sécheresse de ses quartiers d'hiver africains situés au Sahel dans l'Ouest africain. Après cette diminution des effectifs, l'espèce semble en voie de se reconstituer, mais elle reste très vulnérable aux changements climatiques.
La fauvette apprécie les haies, les buissons et les espaces ouverts, et n'est donc pas un oiseau des jardins. C'est un oiseau migrateur régulier et il lui arrive lors de ses vols de visiter un jardin, surtout au printemps ou en automne.
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For many years, the warbler was a widespread bird in Europe, but its population fell sharply in the late sixties and early seventies. The cause is the drought of its African winter quarters located in the Sahel in West Africa. After this decline in numbers, the species appears to be recovering, but remains highly vulnerable to climate change.
The warbler appreciates hedges, bushes and open spaces, and is therefore not a garden bird. It is a regular migratory bird and it happens during its flights to visit a garden, especially in spring or autumn.
April 2025 has been the driest April on record - and nearly the warmest as well. And May was not much better regarding precipitation...
This place has been a perennial puddle, more of a small pond, I have never seen it to fall dry since I first came to that place in 2016.
Well, now it has dried up.
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My last shot of the night in the Utah west desert - then a 3.5-hour drive home.
58% of Utah is in a Extreme Drought and 28% is even worse in an Exceptional Drought
... normally the water is as high as the fence ... and you can see the leaves are already coloring this early in season ...
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There is a strange beauty in these skeletal tree forms. The light on the day also lent itself to the Gothic feel of the place.
I've mentioned in the previous photos posted today, that this dying back of the trees (eucalypts) in Tasmania is not a problem of salinity and hasn't been caused by fire. These trees are victims of the severe drought which has gripped this area for several years until good rains this year have ended it.
But the damage has been done, and none of these trees will ever grow back. They stand in stark reminder of the changeable environment. But the lack of trees also creates further environmental problems. Soil degradation and erosion through the drying out of unshaded paddocks is a growing problem.
The 7/9/22 Smile on Saturday theme is From the Ground.
This is a patch of dead grass in an area of our yard that was once green grass. We've so far kept most of our front yard alive -barely- but if our rainy season doesn't produce this winter, we're really in trouble, and a brown lawn will be the least of our troubles.
"I don't care about the lights or the beams
Spend my life in the dark for the sake of you and me
Only way to go is up, them old bitches so wack
I'm so tough, wassup?
Cause you, you, you, you and me could move a mountain
You, you, you, you and me could calm a war down
You, you, you, you and me could make it rain now
You, you, you, you and me would stop this love drought"
Drought... a haunting specter that silently engulfs the land, leaving it barren and desolate. It is a merciless thief, stealing the life-giving essence from the earth and leaving behind a parched wasteland. In its wake, it leaves a trail of cracked soil, withered vegetation, and a suffocating sense of longing.
I realize we were in a drought, but not even a couple of gallons for the birdies?
Soledad, California.
On the last day of August with autumnal signs in the hedgerows .
The earth hard under my feet, dry and cracked, yet this old Hawthorn never ceases to amaze me for it's beauty and its tenacity, growing in this high and exposed area, sometimes bent with the wind, it's roots exposed but running deep into the earth.