The fledgling bluebirds were still sharing food. A goldfinch checked the sunflower to see if there were any more seeds. A Carolina wren scurried around. An odd-looking starling visited, perhaps a juvenile not done changing feathers. It weighed too much for the seed feeder.
Argiope #2 was sitting on its zigzag web, waiting. A fiery skipper probed a violet leaf. I picked a lot of figs very carefully. A blue jay and another bird might have been a brown thrasher ate figs that were out of my reach. The wasps were easier photo subjects, especially the cicada killers. June beetles and flies also enjoyed rotting fig. I had to scrub fig mud off my shoes.
I discovered one of the tobacco hornworms had drowned in the pool. Afterward, I watched the mountain mint while I dripped. Another fiery skipper showed up. A blue jay watched me. A blue dasher hunted from a bamboo stake perch.
Later, I discovered a slender bug on the door frame. A black swallowtail kept returning to the rue. Another dragonfly used a bare wild cherry twig as a vantage point. I thought it was a Carolina saddlebags, but the photos look like a widow skimmer. The sky was a clear blue background for twelve-spotted dragonflies. A tiger swallowtail did not hang around for a portrait. A second blue dasher tried to dislodge the one on the perch but lost and retreated to a gladiolus stalk.
A skink chased another across the patio. A hummer objected to my proximity. A mockingbird grudgingly let a blue jay eat first. Then more jays arrived. And even a juvenile bluebird cut in line. But eventually the mockingbird ate its fill. Seems hard to believe they chase crows but won't argue with a blue jay. A white breasted nuthatch came for seeds.
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