The creek was glassy under a bright sun in the morning. The white and yellow narcissus I call fried eggs popped open today. A half dozen white throats scurried around under the feeder and drank from the birdbath. Downy woodpeckers worked on the suet. Egrets congregated at the dam outfall.
A crow came calling, seeking bark butter balls, but another chased it away. I gardened a bit, planted the lavender, threw seeds around. Yellow kneed wasps and huge carpenter bees flew uncomfortably close. Maybe they were frustrated because the blueberry lowers weren't quite open. Twice, I startled a skink but got no photo. Turtles lined up on the log in the lake. The dogwood by the pool steps started to flower but the petals didn't let go of each other and the result looks like a tiny box.
Two blue jays up in the redwood appeared to be courting. By then the sky was white, the water rough, and the wind came in gusts. The resident myrtle warbler watched from the trees. Speaking of which, the fungus disease in the cedar came back.
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