Blue jays and bluebirds snatched bark butter balls. A mallard hen paddled downstream with a raft of freshly hatched ducklings. A yellow crowned night heron (same one?) preened on a pine branch that overhung the creek. The day was very warm but the breeze and the come-and-go clouds kept it comfortable.
Fiddleheads were opening on the fern. I saw buds on the yellow flag iris. There were a lot fewer flowers on the coral honeysuckle. I thought I saw an odd bumblebee visiting the money plant. Then I realized it was a hummingbird moth. That was the first in many years!
Around 5pm a very gentle rain fell. A bluebird and a brown thrasher visited the bark butter balls. The low sun broke through at one point and I thought of checking for a rainbow, but the temperature had dropped about 20 degrees. Then the sky got dark and the rain hammered the ground during supper. The clouds lightened up a little before twilight.
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