I got up at 6 and went outside to listen to the birds. I could match up the swifts and the wrens with their songs, but a lot of others were mysteries. A woodpecker knocked in the distance. Leaves were backlighted by the rising sun.
Later, a male towhee appeared, only to be chased by the wretched tuxedo cat.
At lunch, I saw a juvenile skink swim across the birdbath. The wrens were having a fuss in the rosemary. There is something strange going on in that birdhouse. Butterflies and dragonflies moved too fast for identification - it is hot!
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