Humid

There was a storm in the night that soaked everything and swept a lot of debris into the water.  Titmice showed up fairly frequently at the feeder.  The hummer feeder went dry and the hummers made sure we knew.  One flew right  into the camera, then zipped over to the kitchen window.  Another investigated the spittlebug foam on the mint. A blue jay sneaked to the bark butter dish, only to discover that the rain had turned it to mush. 

A sizeable moth got into the garage.  Dragonflies were kept busy with the mosquitoes and midges that were anxious to take advantage of rain puddles,  The Argiope came through the storm OK, but the web seemed more minimalist. 

While I was in the pool, a brown thrasher chased another down the hill.  Pretty soon they came back the other way still chasing.  There was a lot of bird chatter around then, but when I got out it was quiet.  I rescued a spider I'd accidentally flipped.  Most arthropods can't right themselves once they are floating on their back.   I also rescued an ungrateful, tail-less skinklet.  It ran back into the water twice.  Clouds gave a break from the harsh sun. They also produced a spectacular sunset.  But I was more interested in trying to capture dragonflies in front of the moon.