Whistling In The Trees

This is the infamous river birch tree I mentioned a few posts back. It's the one the hornets built their nest under. Yesterday I was coming back in from getting the mail and I snapped this picture with the phone camera to show how yellow the leaves are. The resolution of this image doesn't do the story justice. More than half the tree is yellow from the recent mini-drought.
Today marks day 16 without any rain. But AHA! As of 9:20 am this morning a few itty bitty showers are popping up on the VIPIR and the Channel 3 Storm Alert Live Doppler Radar. There will be more tonight and Friday, but amounts generally look light. Most areas will see 1/4" or less, but some isolated locations could see up to 1/2". I'm hoping for at least 1/4" in my yard. If we miss out at the official rainguage at the airport, you start to wonder if this will end up being one of the driest Septembers ever. The benchmark was set in September of 1879 when a paltry .04" was recorded.
When it's that dry you can hear a whistling in the limbs according to my good friend Jed Mescon.
He'll tell you that's the trees calling the dogs.