I was virtually in Richmond and didn't see much. Reflections on the creek were brilliantly colored. A mockingbird fed on barkbutter. The feral cat settled in to watch the seed feeder and all the sparrows and warblers scattered. A squirrel foraging around the birdbath, at first, ignored the cat. Pursuing fallen seeds, the squirrel came closer and soon they were face to face about a foot apart. The squirrel dithered and finally dashed away instead of climbing the post as I expected. The cat hustled off in a different direction. But the birds didn't come back before my meetings started.
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