Wet

The mist turned to rain.  Chickadees were up early.  A hummer peered into the window over the sink, possibly because there was a vase of gladiolas on the sill.

The rain didn't last long and the sky is streaked with clouds and blue.  A cormorant took off running down the creek.  The finch with injuries seems somewhat better today.  The only morning glory that survived weeding is dark blue.  I meant to save some of the wild, light blue too.

Overcast is back and the air is still and oppressively humid, though not hot.  A great egret preened on a piling.  A titmouse joined chickadees at the feeder.  I found a dead frog floating in the pool. A palamedes swallowtail flitted by the window.  Wrens inspected.