A Carolina wren came for breakfast. Blue jays were fashionably late. Bluebird fledglings wanted a share but were wary of the blue jays. I didn't see the white breasted nuthatch till afternoon. A house finch and a bluebird fledgling appeared to be anting on a high oak limb. I couldn't see any ants that far away, but I could see the birds were holding their feathers apart.
The clouds sometimes looked like froth or suds. I was immersed in water except for my head when something bit me right under my ear. Where I cut back the mountain mint, it put out new flowers and attracted more bees.
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