When I got back in the late morning, a flock of crows were attacking the magnolia next door. I think they were after the berries. After they left, I took a look around the yard to see what the rain Monday might have brought up. Small white balls might have been puffballs or simply the first stage of something else. In any case, something had dug them up. Do we have a truffle seeking squirrel? Gill mushrooms and a decapitated stinkhorn grew in the mulch. The mushrooms may have been what the white balls turn into.
A Carolina wren scolded from the crape myrtle. The mahonia was in bloom and so was the fatsia. The fig had lost most of its leaves. A grasshopper perched on the window. Turtles were out on the lake above the dam. An egret came and went quickly.
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