The regulars - chickadees, house finches, cardinals - came for seeds. The chickadees might be feeding a fledgling. The cardinals were still, still courting. An egret waited below the dam though I could not see any water flowing over the rocks. The rain here for the last two days would not fill a teacup. There were floods elsewhere. But K put out some bark butter balls so, by Murphy's law, that may draw rain. We'd left the dish empty after the storm turned the last batch to soup.
By late morning the sky was blue. Bugs were flying - wasps, dragonflies. A blue jay got some bark butter balls. A great blue heron joined the great egret, each looking like a ghost of the other. Then a snowy joined the larger birds and I could see water flowing from the dam. The greats bullied the poor little snowy. Though, after the heron left, the egrets tolerated each other.
After lunch, I saw something I think was a moth on the window - forewings held out at an angle but hind wings folded over abdomen. A blue dasher perched in the dogwood, another on a perching stake, and another on the bird feeder hanger. A cabbage white pursued its erratic course. The hummers told us the feeder was dry but we didn't get replacement juice out till evening.
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