The bright sun in a blue sky was hot, but only till the next wind gust. The wind and the unusually high tide were the only evidence of tropical storm Chris, spinning in place off the Carolina coast. Butterflies as well as dragonflies seemed to have decided they could not wait for the wind to drop. I woke up early and discovered a red-spotted purple doing the same, warming in the sun even though the wind was tossing it around. The great golden digger and smaller wasps fueled up at the mint. Hummers and blue jays preferred fast food in feeders. Wrens ignored all our offerings and foraged for bugs. Then we left for church.
When we got home the cherry was full of birds. Bluebirds, a mockingbird, and many finches made the tree thrash. A goldfinch was displeased to share the ant moat water with a chickadee. A titmouse was too nervous to come to the feeder while I was outside. The wrens sang beautifully. The juvenile night heron stalked along the water's edge. And late in the day, a brown headed nuthatch came for suet.
Snout butterflies perched on dead twigs and a silver spotted skipper landed on a rose. A tiger swallowtail, an emerald green pondhawk, and a widow skimmer escaped my camera. Clouds at sunset blushed tangerine.
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