Light rain fell at breakfast. A tiny wren perched with the finches on the feeder hanger but was scared away by the cardinals before I could get the camera focused. It wasn't a Carolina. A blue jay moved from tree to tree. The hummer ignored the rain. A titmouse also came for seeds. The feeder birds continued to squabble, perhaps because the fledglings have increased the competition. 
An argiope moved in under the porch light where they've lived in previous years. The other argiope was still in the spartina. In the morning, a great egret rested on the neighbors' dock. At lunchtime, a different blue jay snatched mealworms. It had lost its head feathers like some of the cardinals. A male goldfinch landed, then left. After lunch, we saw the juvenile yellow crowned night heron on the dock doing its vampire impression again.
The frog was back on the pool step. I wish it would eat the green
head that came after me. Before that, I rescued two honeybees. A black
swallowtail feasted on the zinnias. In the middle of the afternoon, a dark front moved in from the West and dropped torrents of rain for an hour. It moved on and the sun shone, but the horizon was a-boil with ominous cumulus. Overhead, streaks and wisps and puffs of cloud made a complex pattern. The streets steamed. Dragonflies and skippers emerged from wherever they hid from the storm.
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