Friday, July 17, 2020

101°

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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