Today the camera decided to cooperate. Squirrels played follow the leader during breakfast. I think I counted five of them swinging Tarzan-style through the trees. This was the final slowpoke.
I organized myself for a morning swim. Scary clouds boiled on the South, but moved West to East, giving me some shade without rain. I thought I heard thunder but it might have been jets. The green frog was back so this time I relocated it all the way to the fig patch. The downspout should provide wetness and there's an all-it-can-eat mosquito buffet.
Some mushrooms popped up, fertilized by rotting figs. The rain, two days ago and humidity since rotted all the ripe figs. I knocked down what I could so they wouldn't infect others. The sunflower looked healthy and much less bug-chewed than the other one.
Dragonflies showed up at lunchtime. They ignored my bamboo stakes and preferred the dead gladiolus stalks. I'm pretty sure one was a female widow skimmer. Another was a female blue dasher. A tiger swallowtail zipped past. Wasps and bees of many sorts bounced around the mountain mint. Alas I think the spider mites returned. A skink caught my eye but it caught my movement and was gone into the violets.
A bluebird wanted some barkbutter balls but I was in the way. A hummingbird rejected the sugar water. There will be fresh tomorrow.
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