Wind gusts blew down pine needles, leaves, and less identifiable bits of vegetation. The sky was nearly cloudless and the sun hot. About eight mallards enjoyed the low tide. A great blue heron landed downstream. At mid day, the kingfisher perched on the bench instead of the post The gang of five crows raided the barkbutter balls as soon as I was out of sight.
I could only find four caterpillars so maybe the other two crawled away to pupate. Unfortunately the remaining caterpillars ate into one of the seedpods. I moved them to leaves. A squirrel buried something under the sakaki and carefully patted down the spot to hide it. I saw the first yellow leaves on the oak. The last milkweed seed was tethered to the pod like a parenting metaphor.
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