At breakfast, a blue jay was checking out the mealworm dish when K startled it. Titmice visited the Sunflower Cafe. Intermittent dark clouds dumped short, drenching rainfalls. In the afternoon, a squirrel was up in the hackberry where it was finding something to eat. A little later, it or another squirrel played solitary games - backflips off the redwood, sneaking into the azalea and then dashing out as if pursued by a dragon. But, on the whole, it was a wasted day that ended in a fierce sunset as I drove to a meeting.
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