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At breakfast, a family of titmice commuted between feeder, dogwood, and cherry. A squirrel with a sore right arm came for a drink.  Later another sprawled where the concrete was in the shade. 

Lots of dragonflies and a few butterflies were out in the hot sun.  I saw a yellow skimmer, several saddlebags and a mating pair of somethings.  The saddlebags patrolled at treetop height.  The house wrens stayed busy but paused to sing.  Finally a skink appeared after weeks without seeing one!

The predicted thunderstorm did not appear.  Wispy cumulus clouds rushed out of the South and the afternoon felt a bit drier as well as breezy.  A blue dasher perched on a thorny rose branch.  Late in the afternoon, the overhead patrol was taken up by twelve-spotted skimmers. 

A great crested flycatcher hung around all afternoon. It was in every tree and bush, wheep-ing.  A hummer visited but rejected the juice, so K took it in to wash.  The regulars were busy around the yard, as were the house wrens.