Too hot to breathe

The coast at Mughsayl close to the recently opened border with Yemen. The stiff wind made it a tolerably cool day.

A pair of Tristram's grackles taking a break from tending their nest on a barren cliff. Only a hint of orange is visible here on the male, but when they're flying, the flash of their brilliant orange primaries is stunning. I love their voices, and luckily, they whistle constantly whether perched or flying.

The view from my terrace towards the NE on a rare cloudy morning. Unfortunately, it's now too hot to be out on the terrace even at night; there's not much change in temperature from day to night and the stone holds the heat.