The feral cat hung around waiting for breakfast. When I was leaving for my morning appointment, I was surprised by a house wren singing atop the bluebird house. What ambition! But later, the same wren or another was moving into the birdhouse hanging in the back.
We moved a sculpture and discovered an ant nest beneath. Up on the lake, the turtles were basking in the afternoon sun. Toward evening, I was puzzled by a strange bird perched on a dock piling. After a bit, I realized it was a green heron that the low sun was turning red. Then the camera battery announced its imminent demise. Then a couple of wood duck drakes came paddling by. I kept snapping and hoped for the best.
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