The moon is sliding down the West in a blue sky. The creek is glassy and the trees are still. Where are the birds?
The wind picked up but it is warm in the sun. Chickadees and a female finch came to feed. I saw yet another battered squirrel - what is going on? A great blue heron cruised downstream. Honey bees are working on rosemary and camellia. A cloudless sulphur butterfly checked out the beauty berries. A crow and another bird had an aerial fight - I think it was a sharp shinned hawk.
Egrets and cormorants flew in the late afternoon. A white throat and a female cardinal disputed possession of the feeder. A glaze of stratus clouds muted the afternoon sunlight but made a lovely pink sunset.
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