Thursday a cormorant landed on a dock post and hung its wings out to dry. When it first flew in for a landing, I thought it was a buzzard. The sky was a brilliant blue. While I was on the phone before lunch Friday, a stream of titmice came for seeds and a Carolina wren for barkbutter balls. I hung up and that was the last I saw of them. A moonflower opened but only part way. A squirrel ate dogwood berries.
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