This time the storm did lower the temperature, if not the humidity. The white breasted nuthatches were looking for breakfast. A male hummer came for brunch, soon followed by a Carolina wren, but at a different feeder. I glimpsed a skink on the patio, then another on the wall, and later found one drowned in the skimmer.
A slaty skimmer used one of my perches. A dark butterfly fluttered close to the trees. The discarded husk of a cicada was floating in the pool. Two Carolina wrens shared a dead branch in the dogwood. Sunset painted a peach tint on a bar of cloud that extended across the sky from Southwest to Northeast. The cicadas and tree crickets were loud at dusk, but I saw no fireflies.
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