I fished nine frogs out of the pool. Half were dead and the rest will probably be back to die tomorrow. Apparently they cannot detect chlorine or realize that the water is toxic to them.
A blue dasher occupied one of the perching sticks and a skimmer another. A fiery skipper tended to the portulaca. I have not seen anything feed from the scarlet climber flowers. An oddly shaped moth rested on the window.
At lunch time I spotted a skink right in the doorway. It ambled across the patio without noticing me.
A snowy joined a great egret at the dam outfall. Dramatic clouds piled up in the afternoon and rain fell after sunset.
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