When I went to empty the pool skimmer, a frog that had been lurking there darted out and swam away. Eventually I tracked it down and caught it. I congratulated myself on still being able to catch frogs at my age. Then I wondered if enjoying frog chasing at my age was a bit strange. It reminded me of Quiddich - I can't fly but I can float and the frog was certainly as lively as a Golden Snitch. But I was happy to do without an opposing team and so, I suspect, was the frog.
In other news, I saw one dragonfly zip past in the late afternoon. A swallowtail and a sulphur flitted around earlier, but it was pretty breezy. Yesterday's hibiscus blossoms were still open, but they looked like the last. A few leaves had turned, but the wind pulled them off. It was another cloudless day, though some haze and wisps appeared in time to be colored by the sunset.
A Carolina wren hunted in the grass. Several red bellied woodpeckers seemed to be arguing in the oak. Crows flew off to their roost. Blue jays made a lot of noise and one visited that mysterious knothole on the oak. Twilight made the camera cranky, but I could see two mockingbirds in the beautyberry bush. Then a dove paced around the pool.
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