The white sky became blue during breakfast. Geese, hoodies, and buffleheads mized on the shining water. The tide was up into the grass. Titmice and downy woodpeckers came to the feeders. A couple of blue jays showed up but spooked before getting anything to eat.
When we came out of church, the sky was clouded over again, and again it cleared during lunch. The hoodies were still strutting more than fishing. A female paddled with her head under water, looking dead except for her speed. A few white throats were around. Two goldfinches dropped in for a quick drink. Three mourning doves gathered around the birdbath.
In the late afternoon I walked around the yard. A great blue heron stood below the dam watching the water. The black swallowtail caterpillar was still alive, though shrunken and slow to react. And a male downy squeaked as it probed the dogwood. By then clouds to the West were picking up sunset tints and the air was chilly despite being nearly still. The full moon was above the trees by 8:30pm.
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