Titmice were up early but there wasn't enough light. When we crossed the bridge over the mouth of Lynnhaven Bay, the sea and sky were indistinguishable. After we got back, I saw a squirrel in the violets under the feeder. However, another squirrel did not and ran right into the first one. The second leaped straight up and backpedaled. The first leaped up and gave chase. Eventually peace was restored.
A skipper fed on the lavender. A dragonfly perched atop the pine. A pondhawk rested on dried leaves.
A yellow crowned night heron hunted along the water's edge. A cormorant and two turtles were all the log occupants. Then the mist turned to rain for the rest of the day.
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