The creek was rough and gray. Yesterday's rain had nearly filled the ant moat so I think we got about an inch. There were some dark clouds in the morning but they blew away. Before that, a parade of squirrels took the great leap to the redwood in pursuit of true love, I presume. I counted seven but the last two gave up.
Sunshine and fresh food brought out the songbirds. Bluebirds and warblers ate barkbutter balls. A song sparrow and, later, a white throated sparrow found seeds under the feeder. Orioles had their jelly. Two starlings visited briefly. Then a blue jay dropped by.
After dark, a moth alighted on the window.
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