I thought I saw a wild animal at breakfast, but it was that feral cat. It seemed to have a plan to hide under the beautyberry bush.
The sun got back in town in the afternoon. But it got a chilly welcome from the North wind that cleared the overcast. A small flock of buzzards soared back and forth overhead as I sat outside. Unless they were young eagles?
During a rushed supper, without the camera at hand, I watched two mockingbirds fight over the beauty berries.
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