The rain revived everything. A Carolina wren gobbled the rain-soaked crumbs of bark butter balls.
At lunch, the Halloween pennant was back atop the hackberry. A couple of great crested flycatchers prowled through the trees. They could have dined well on the bees and wasps that crowded the mountain mint. Something stung me in the water.
A yellow crowned night heron perched on a redwood limb and preened despite our presence. Blue dashers, a slaty skimmer, and twelve-spotted skimmers hunted the tiny biters that wanted blood for their eggs. A swallow flew over heading West in a hurry.
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