A Carolina wren greeted the sun with a beak full of suet. Then a male pine warbler showed up wanting suet.
The mountain mint was throbbing with bees and wasps. I rescued a metallic green six-spotted tiger beetle. A large blue tailed skink paused for a photo op. The blue was nearly gone from its tail so I guess it was close to adulthood.
I had noticed a complete absence of swallows this summer until I saw one today over the playground at the elementary school. The proverb, “one swallow does not a summer make" dates back to Aristotle, I discovered. I also saw a rabbit at the library, but it saw me too.
The reason I had the pocket camera out was the dramatic clouds closing in from the South. But I missed quite an impressive lightening strike. And not too much later, all that drama came raining down.
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