It was as lovely as yesterday, but warmer and only a little breezy. But the pool water had dropped to 70°F. Early in the morning, two birds struck the glass door to the patio, but were gone when K checked. They left imprints of the powder from their feathers.
The morning tide flowed over the dock again. I heard that elsewhere in the region it caused flooding. The full moon isn't till Sunday night, but apparently a storm to the Northeast and way out at sea was pushing the water into the Bay. Meanwhile a drought watch was declared for lack of rain.
A cricket rafted on a cherry leaf while a ground beetle and a small black caterpillar swam. An ant carried a tidbit as large as she was down the retaining wall. There were butterflies: a monarch during lunch, a cloudless sulphur, and a couple of brownish flutterbyes. A leaf-footed bug patiently rowed through the water till I rescued it. I also saved an assassin nymph and a bumblebee. Other bees were too far gone, as was a lacewing. A moth thrashed ripples from where it was caught on its back in the surface tension. Spider threads caught the sun everywhere but I only saw one live spider, which I evicted from the pool.
I glimpsed a woodpecker but it flew off. A blue jay tried to hide with its nut. A mockingbird made repeated visits to the beauty berries. Or maybe there was more than one mockingbird. I got excited about little birds in the trees, but all the ones I could identify ere the usual suspects, chickadees and titmice. A rustling in the grass was not a squirrel, but a brown thrasher.
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