Blue sky

I don't know where the newspaper was getting its prediction of rain.  I took more pictures of leaves than anything else so far. 

At lunch, an egret visited the dock.  A Carolina wren hunted under the morning glory.  A titmouse joined the regulars on the feeder.  I glimpsed an orange butterfly too fast to identify.  A thread-waisted wasp visited the herbs.  One leg seems to be stuck at an odd angle.