The sky was strongly blue again, the breeze light, the creek a mirror, and the temperature rose to 78°. Evidence of things unseen: at lunch, the bamboo stake that I'd stuck in the ground near the birdbath began to jerk and swing. Nothing around it was moving so it wasn't wind. My guess would be a vole or mole. The yellow iris seeds were ripe. The heat persuaded a violet to flower. More camellia flowers opened.
Today I found six, not five, monarch caterpillars. There may not be enough leaves for all of them. I thought I saw a red spotted purple but it disappeared. A wasp landed on a table with its prey but it seemed dissatisfied and abandoned the morsel. It looked to me like part of a grub. After dark, a plume moth landed on the window.
I saw only the usual feeder birds. A bit of seed hull got caught in a silk thread and twirled in the breeze. A boat on the creek startled a great blue heron. A cormorant and a mallard paddled upstream together. Then a kingfisher alighted on the dock post. It didn't stay long but I heard it cackle several times after it flew.
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