A mockingbird hunted in the front lawn. An egret waded by the pollen-coated bank of the dam. A black swallowtail egged the rue. Another, very tattered, went from flower to flower for nectar. I was certain I saw a big green and white beetle in the rue but the camera revealed a dogwood petal caught on the new leaves. A snout butterfly perched on a stake and showed where it got the name. A brown moth perched on a brown twig above the brown dirt and the camera refused to focus on it.
A gorgeous male ruby throat informed us that the sugar water had gone bad. He was gone before the camera finished opening. He or another returned at dusk. I had put out a fresh feeder but the hummer didn't stay.
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