Early birds

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!