Clouds covered the sky when I got up but soon disappeared. They returned and dissipated throughout the day. Low tide was quite high, driven by a cold, gusty wind that filled the pool with tree debris.
The celosia attracted bees and wasps. A black swallowtail made the rounds of rue and parsley while a red spotted purple flitted around but never perched for me.
A Carolina wren offered me some very photogenic poses. And all the while, it kept winking. A brown thrasher feasted on beautyberries. A cardinal dropped out of the dogwood where he was probably eating berries. Then a mockingbird arrived, looked the situation over, and chose dogwood berries.
In the late afternoon mallards paddled close to our shore. Then a male kingfisher flew to one of the neighbors' dock posts. He plunged into the creek several times and got at least one fish. An egret strode upstream. The feral cat caught the the fishing bug and swiped at something in the pool. I hope it wasn't a skink.
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