A North wind and lots of passing clouds restrained the sunshine. I didn't see anything till mid afternoon, but then birds began to show up. Mockingbirds were torn between the dogwood berries and the beauty berries. A white breasted nuthatch darted in for sunflower seeds, and I struggled with a camera that didn't want to change focus.
A rafting spider tried to climb the pool wall but lost its grip and had to walk on water. A grasshopper also rafted on a larger leaf. An
American lady stayed on dry land, mulch actually. According to
Mary Reid Barrow, painted lady butterflies migrate now, but American ladies don't migrate. Squirrels were at the hideous, painful-looking stage of warbles.
The mockingbirds appeared to be juveniles. In the late afternoon, they had a run-in with the blue jays over the beauty berries. Unfortunately, that corner of the yard gets dark first as the sun drops behind the trees. I got one lucky shot of the chasing back and forth.
Finches were back with the cardinals, chickadees, and titmice. A female downy woodpecker joined them. A Carolina wren foraged under the rosemary. The clouds that had previously blocked the sun's warmth turned creamy at sunset.
A North wind and lots of passing clouds restrained the sunshine. I didn't see anything till mid afternoon, but then birds began to show up. Mockingbirds were torn between the dogwood berries and the beauty berries. A white breasted nuthatch darted in for sunflower seeds, and I struggled with a camera that didn't want to change focus. 
A rafting spider tried to climb the pool wall but lost its grip and had to walk on water. A grasshopper also rafted on a larger leaf. An American lady stayed on dry land, mulch actually. According to Mary Reid Barrow, painted lady butterflies migrate now, but American ladies don't migrate. Squirrels were at the hideous, painful-looking stage of warbles.
The mockingbirds appeared to be juveniles. In the late afternoon, they had a run-in with the blue jays over the beauty berries. Unfortunately, that corner of the yard gets dark first as the sun drops behind the trees. I got one lucky shot of the chasing back and forth.
Finches were back with the cardinals, chickadees, and titmice. A female downy woodpecker joined them. A Carolina wren foraged under the rosemary. The clouds that had previously blocked the sun's warmth turned creamy at sunset. 
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