A blue jay wanted a barkbutter breakfast but was nervous about actually landing on the dish.
I felt it was time to spray Neem oil again but when I started to spray the lavender up popped a small brown praying mantis. I scooted it to the side and tried to interest it in another location. Nope. Back it went to the lavender. I learned that mantises too young to have wings can hop. The mantis was excellently camouflaged.
The sun transformed a perched male blue dasher into a jewel. A fiery skipper joined the bees and wasps on the mountain mint. Then a duskywing showed up. Several skinks hotfooted it across the concrete. Two black swallowtails flitted around but only one laid eggs in the rue. A female blue dasher perched on an old gladiolus spike.
Hummers were very thirsty. A pair of wrens investigated. A swallow flew by, calling,or I would have missed it.
I passed a larger slaty skimmer on my way to pick figs. There were plenty that had ripened since the rain, but even more fermenting, rotting,and growing mold .I didn't realize till I came back inside how hot I'd gotten. K said there was another praying mantis among the figs, but it was green.
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