Baby it’s hot outside. It’s so hot even the birds don’t sing in the middle of the day. People naturally talk about the weather and it still seems like it surprises them when it feels like 110 degrees outside in July and August here in Georgia. The key to surviving our summers is play in the evenings and early mornings - though I have recently been observing that mornings are generally more humid than the evenings.
The bird feeders are slow. We need rain. Real rain. Keeping water in the bird baths is challenging.
My favorites birds this time of year are the Wood Thrush whose flute like song fills the wooded flood plain; the Eastern Wood Pewee who hides mid canopy and calls off and on in its nasally PPEEEEoooohhWEEEEE song; and the quick melodic song of the showy Summer Tanager always lightening the mood.
The thing to do in July? Seek water. Stay cool.