By astronomical measure this was the last day of summer. The first pod of butterfly milkweed seeds popped open. Birds tugged dogwood berries off to eat and some leaves displayed real colors, not just drought brown. The yellow rose opened two flowers and hinted at more. A swirl of thin cloud reminded me that Hurricane Fiona was chugging North, but fortunately well out to sea.
The nuthatches were hungry, both white breasted and brown headed. Hummers thought the juice had passed its 'sell by' date, but investigated foliage on several plants. Blue jays lurked and called. A pine warbler wanted a barkbutter ball but was frustrated by a cardinal.
There were no skinks a-swimming today, just one live frog and one corpse. I found a bright yellow squash bug on the mountain mint. It sidled away from me, flew to the shepherd's crook, then flew off. Anasa repetita looks like the best match.
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