Soft clouds and sun

Everything looks edgeless - clouds and shadows.  The pavement is dry but the glass is still foggy.  Birds have complained that the feeder is empty.  K found a dead fledgling in the pool. 

Dragonflies and butterflies are out.  I saw a silver skipper.  A grownup skink crossed the step from the rosemary and went under the morning glories.  Feeders are refilled.

A buckeye and a gray hairstreak joined the bees on the rosemary later in the afternoon.   A dragonfly paused on the perch.  The feeder is hosting cardinals while a dove and a Carolina wren forage beneath.  When they fly, the buckeye freezes. 

A cricket got inside and is singing to me as I type.