There were clouds at breakfast but they grew sparse then disappeared. Hummers battled and weary parent birds chased off their offspring. A monarch, a cloudless sulphur, three kinds of swallowtail, snouts,
duskywing and fiery skippers, and a little blue of some variety flitted
about. Both the rue and the milkweed seemed overrun with caterpillars. Bees and wasps were hungry. I rescued two spiders, one a woodlouse spider and the other a defunct mama wolf, but her spiderlings scampered off.
A skink came out at lunch. Nothing has eaten the mealworms for several days. And these were
fresh. But birds ate the nasty, rain-soaked ones a couple of weeks
ago. In the afternoon, a male cardinal jumped into the rue and came out with what appeared to be a caterpillar. A minute later he spit out the pieces. The bad taste it left may save its siblings.
Later a white breasted nuthatch made a couple of trips for seeds. At supper, a Carolina wren landed on the seed feeder but wouldn't put up with the squabbling finches. Likewise for a titmouse. A couple of doves foraged beneath, but they were no better behaved. A brown thrasher landed in the dogwood as I was tracking the titmouse there. Why did they all wait till the light level dropped?
There were clouds at breakfast but they grew sparse then disappeared. Hummers battled and weary parent birds chased off their offspring. A monarch, a cloudless sulphur, three kinds of swallowtail, snouts,
duskywing and fiery skippers, and a little blue of some variety flitted
about. Both the rue and the milkweed seemed overrun with caterpillars. Bees and wasps were hungry. I rescued two spiders, one a woodlouse spider and the other a defunct mama wolf, but her spiderlings scampered off.
A skink came out at lunch. Nothing has eaten the mealworms for several days. And these were
fresh. But birds ate the nasty, rain-soaked ones a couple of weeks
ago. In the afternoon, a male cardinal jumped into the rue and came out with what appeared to be a caterpillar. A minute later he spit out the pieces. The bad taste it left may save its siblings.
Later a white breasted nuthatch made a couple of trips for seeds. At supper, a Carolina wren landed on the seed feeder but wouldn't put up with the squabbling finches. Likewise for a titmouse. A couple of doves foraged beneath, but they were no better behaved. A brown thrasher landed in the dogwood as I was tracking the titmouse there. Why did they all wait till the light level dropped? 
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