The wild cherries were beginning to ripen and a mockingbird picked some. Blue jays were loyal to barkbutter balls. A house wren foraged in the mulch under the sakaki. It was well camouflaged and I only saw it because it was moving. The female goldfinch came back for water. A female bluebird wanted barkbutter balls or mealworms.
The sand of the new shoreline appeared to have drifted in the storm. A big limb broke off the oak and bent the fence. I only glimpsed one skink.
Wasps and bees were in heaven between the rue and the mountain mint. Bumblebees also enjoyed the sunflowers. Dragonflies were still scarce which was regrettable because a biting fly came after me. I think the heat hatched out the flies but the humidity was too low to please mosquitoes or the dragonflies. A small, brownish butterfly, a tiger swallowtail, and the ubitiquous cabbage whites were the only butterflies.
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