Titmice were hungry for breakfast. So was a hummer. Then the blue jays came.
A gloriously golden Needham's skimmer was perched on a bamboo stake at lunch time. The twig atop the hackberry was unoccupied. In the afternoon there were blue dashers everywhere. A great golden digger wasp, a carpenter bee, and a little leaf cutter bee worked on the mountain mint.
I picked blueberries till the sweat ran. This annoyed the birds. What annoyed me was all the berries with just one peck. I don't begrudge the birds eating whole berries, but why ruin so many? A male bluebird visited the bark butter balls.
The setting sun blushed the clouds and made a lovely reflection in the creek.
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