A dredging barge with tall mast-like posts slowly motored downstream a little after 8am. Not as pretty as the OP-Sail tall ships, it left a nasty wake of churned mud. The seed feeder is completely empty and so is my cupboard. Squirrels nosed about but the birds deserted. The wren still sings by the birdhouse and the hummer is happy with its feeder.
When I came home toward evening a pair of brown thrashers were having a merry time in the mulch under the pecan. The mid afternoon clouds dissipated and several herons flew past. A firefly landed on the door, the first I've seen for a couple of weeks.
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