Warmer

The West was clouded when I got up but by sunrise the sky was clearing.  The sun gilded the clouds.  Titmice, doves, and a brown thrasher joined the feeder birds, though I expect the brown thrasher was hoping for bugs, not seeds.  Squirrels were busy on the ground.  The creek reflect the sunlit pine trunks.

And by mid-morning the clouds thickened. By lunch, they'd cleared.  A cabbage white flitted through.

In the pool were: another velvety black caterpillar, a tiny click beetle, cricket nymphs, an assassin bug nymph, and a small wasp.  Something upset the bluejays but I could not see what.  It might have been a crow, or the crow might have been helping. 

Another weeping conk has emerged. A lone cicada buzzed in counterpoint to the crickets.