A titmouse joined the regulars at the feeder. Then a bluebird perched at the very top of the redwood. I'm glad they've found someplace suitable in the neighborhood so they visit us. Our yard is not open enough for a bluebird house. The wrens were still pushing food into the birdhouse. A third-quarter moon hung high in the Southwest facing the rising sun.
A female Eastern pondhawk patrolled the patio. A wren was hunting in the same area but the dragonfly was much too big to worry. I could hear towhees calling, wrens fussing, and something that goes meee-t-t-t-t-t. It sounds familiar but I cannot place it. A great crested flycatcher briefly posed at the top of the sweet gum down by the creek.
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