At breakfast, squirrels were engaged in drama. The short tailed squirrel got affectionate with another, but the relationship went nowhere. Then a third squirrel bullied the one with half a tail. An egret fished in the usual spot. 
At lunch, I saw a titmouse and a white breasted nuthatch, but didn't get a photo of either. Butterflies, dragonflies, bees, and wasps all flew around the yard. A heron took over the fishing spot below the dam. After lunch I watched the bluebirds for a while. An orchard orbweaver spider had built a web beside the fuschia.
In the back yard, bees fed on the rue. I'm not sure I'd want to taste that honey. Chickadee fledglings begged for food and taste-tested inappropriate parts of vegetation. A convoy of goslings passed. A great crested flycatcher arrived from the South. I glimpsed a goldfinch, but not clearly enough to know which sex. A Carolina wren pried something from the oak bark. The orbweaver in the iris was still there. An adult skink zipped into a hidey-hole. When I left Norfolk, the sun was fat and orange as it slipped out of sight. It turned thin streaky clouds and the rising full moon rosy pink. But alas, I had no opportunity to get a photo. Swallows swooped and chattered in the sky over the Center. Crows were gathering over the interchange as I passed through. And I saw a firefly blinking when I got home.
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