At breakfast, tree trunks cast slanting shadows across the azaleas. A juvenile male house finch (I think) perched near and adult male - father and son? A juvenile bluebird surveyed the empty dish that should have held mealworms. A white breasted nuthatch was determined to get to the sunflower seeds despite finches.cardinals, chickadees, and titmice. A Carolina wren looked for seeds that might have fallen. Eventually the wren joined the nuthatch in the queue at the feeder.
I startled a little skink that vanished into a pavement divider. The only dragonfly I saw was a blue dasher. A duskywing probed the daisies and I barely glimpsed a tiger swallowtail. A great golden digger fussed around the mountain mint. I saw a hummer chase another, but they were too fast. Blue jays and a mockingbird were slower in their food raids. The setting sun lit tree trunks and made forest magic.
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