

Toward evening the sun descended into a smear of stratus clouds. Dragonflies zipped around at suppertime. A titmouse came for seeds. The wrens cleaned out their dish. The hummer(s) seemed off-put by something at their feeder, but eventually settled in for a drink. It may have been a wasp. A dove just stood on the first step until suddenly two squirrels raced past. The dove took off like a dowager surprised by urchins running under her skirts. A bit later, I noticed one of the pool-brush poles was rolling toward the water. It went right in and out came a dripping squirrel.
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