I had two moments of courage - first was a presentation in the morning, which among other matters included The Caterpillar and the Pollywog which really should say that the caterpillar becomes a beautiful moth, not butterfly. The second was when I fished a bald-faced hornet out of the water. It fell back in several times due I suspect to an overindulgence in fermenting figs.
There was also a very dead, full grown skink in the skimmer. And a
smell of decay blew from the direction of the creek. A lot of down
feathers were in the air too. I don't know if the smell was related. 
There was more sunshine than expected, but a breeze in the afternoon. I saw a monarch
butterfly but had no milkweed for it. A black swallowtail was happy with the rue. Snout butterflies danced over the dogwood. A gray hairstreak feasted on the mint. A common whitetail dragonfly also
eluded my camera but a widow skimmer posed. Egrets rested on the dock bench and the pilings. A hummer drank all the sugar water. 
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