I saw what I thought was a giant swallowtail flit briefly above the rue. It could have been a palamedes. Dragonflies were thick - blue dashers on every possible observation post. The mountain mine was still popular with bees and wasps. A male widow skimmer stole a bamboo stake perch from a blue dasher. Two Halloween pennants rode the windy treetops. An amberwing lurked in the grass.
Two ospreys soared and called with their disconcertingly sweet voices. I also glimpsed a night heron when it took off. A hummer zipped in and out, leaving me unsure whether the nectar needed replacement. I saved a spider, a wasp and several beetles.
K reported the temperature on our home thermometer at mid day. The afternoon cumulus puffs merged into a threatening overcast at sundown. There was distant lightning and faint thunder. Sunset managed to add a rosy blush to the gray clouds. Dragonflies swarmed at treetop height while cicadas sawed and scraped. Too bad it didn't rain.
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