The moon was full overnight so I went out to see it. At breakfast, the creek was a mirror for sun-painted trees. Later it had a matte surface of tiny ripples. The catbird was back hiding in the beautyberry bush again. I found a black swallowtail caterpillar on the rue. A southern purple mint moth flitted around the steps. I learned they are responsible for the webbing on the mountain mint. The great blue heron was ready on the downstream dock to defend its position but there was no sign of the other heron.
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