An early skink and the wrens investigated the poor, freezer-burned rosemary. Cumulus clouds crept Northward. The creek was still and dusty. A Mother's Day balloon floated upstream. The money plants have quit blooming and the pods are ripening.
Black swallowtails and other butterflies flitted through. Several skinks, adult and blue tailed, scampered through. Swallows flew high. Cardinals and finches cane to the feeder, but no chickadees by lunch time. A hummingbird expressed distaste for the juice, so now the hummer feeder is soaking in bleach. The blue is getting hazy.
Around 6pm a hummingbird showed up looking for the feeder. We put it back out later. Skinks were still around. A bird with a big head was in the top of the redwood, but just then the camera battery died. Toward evening a goose periscoped up and caught me watching so it escorted its goslings back down the hill.
Another streaky orange sunset.
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