T'was a dark and stormy....aw, to hell with it

We have had back-to-back storms and humidity through the roof for the past few days. When that is paired with a broken air conditioner, you get a very...moist environment.
I hate humidity. And I am surprised the walls didn't drip with condensation these past few days.
Ugg.

This morning, the sirens began howling at 8 am. After the storm blew out, I looked out and saw a dark lump in the driveway. Damn.
I went out (in my bathrobe, no less) to check on it, whispering the whole time, "Please don't be a nest of babies...."
Thankfully, it was empty. And had not been used yet.


Some of the grass is still green! At least the would-be parents can just rebuild.

The underside of the nest was fascinating. I've never seen one from this angle:

You can see where the nest straddled a tree branch! And I guess, that would also make an area for drainage, presumably.

Over at my Mom's, it was a little messier.
A tree, older and taller than the house, gave up the ghost.


The strange thing about this is that the tree next to the downed one is the unhealthy, half-dead one. Mom's tree guy said that wind will pass right by a dead tree, instead pushing down a healthy one since there is more to push against.
If you squint, you can just see Mom's house behind the trees.

Here are the girls, for perspective: