The hibiscus went all out with eight or nine, maybe ten, flowers. Wind from the Northeast pushed the creek high and rough. Hummers needed a lot of liquid energy and weren't in the mood to share.
A tiger swallowtail was a determined egg-layer. Green berries replaced the flowers on the beautyberry bush. The hackberry tree was loaded with berries for the first time. The milkweed was planted. Blue jays gobbled the last crumbs of barkbutter. I glimpsed a brown thrasher.
All I rescued today was one green June beetle. I found one dead frog and one alive but not healthy. Mysterious bubbles and ring ripples disturbed the creek at twilight. Mallards left different tracks on the water.
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