Buggier, too. The dragonflies feasted. Some perched, some dangled, and some just kept flying. I saw butterflies, including a red-spotted purple, I think, but got no pictures.
A mockingbird ate cherries. A fledgling blue jay begged for parental feeding. Hummers warred over the feeder.
I rescued a tiny skink from the skimmer. It already had lost some tail. Then K and I caught a little green frog between us.
The sky went from blue with wisps to mackerel. An osprey alerted us with its musical cry. A big flock of crows wheeled over the creek, but I could not figure out their purpose. After that, I saw high fliers I think were swifts.
At dusk, I thought I saw bats - speedy dark blurs against a dark sky. The moon was veiled and revealed by clouds pouring ENE.
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