Global Climate Strike.

A hummer came to breakfast.  Then I went to the beach to the Global Climate Strike.  An osprey flew over as the crowd gathered.  It was hard to believe in the danger on such a lovely day.  

Wrens were busy eating and bathing and poking into things.  A skink ran across the step.  A sulphur flitted across the yard, as did a tiger swallowtail.  The water felt colder than the air though they were both about 76°F.  There was a frog in the water but it avoided me.  I rescued a tiger moth. 

A pine warbler discovered the mealworms.  The fresh water I put in the birdbath inspired a Carolina wren.  The brown thrasher chased a bug into the lavender.  K brought the hummer feeder in to clean as the juice apparently went bad during the day.