At 06:44 PM 7/15/98 +0000, you wrote: >Yesterday we had a baby bunny panting on the front porch who was soon >joined by a baby squirrel. The only thing they had to use to keep >cool was to keep the hummingbirds stirred up hoping their little >wings would serve as fans. Several times a day my NGP refills their >water dishes (yes, we put out water for squirrels, birds, raccoons, >deer, rabbits, and -- I guess -- even the snakes). > >I took time out to re-read the history of St Swithin in the hope I >would catch his attention and he would send rain. I think he tried. >We had thunder and a brief flurry of wind but no rain. > >Oh well. There is always next year. > >Pat, hoping your gardens are lush, green and productive and that >you'll have the good manners not to gloat. > I'm not going to gloat about three digit temps, Pat, but have you tried a Native American rain song? You know roughly how they sound, and I did that once. Blue skies clouded over immediately, and it rained!! Subsequent tries haven't been successful. Mary I forgot the words. ;-)))) Margaret