The clouds looked thunderous but it was a false alarm. I picked a couple dozen figs, fortunately in a strong breeze, but still sweaty work. On my way past the canna I saw a slaty skimmer perched on a leaf. My sandals got coated with rotten fig paste. I hope ants will clean them for me. Afterward, I chased two frogs around the pool. Every time I caught one it would sneak back in. The dragonfly nymph was back near where I saw it before, but it saw me and disappeared. I also pulled two green June beetles out of the skimmer and rescued some crickets and May beetles that were swimming.
A widow skimmer perched on one of my garden stakes. Then a worn slaty skimmer took its place. Two hummers streaked across the sky, one pursuing the other. The winner returned to guard the feeder. A tiger swallowtail flew among the trees. I caught glimpses of a dark butterfly, maybe a black swallowtail, maybe a red spotted purple. A Carolina wren got a barkbutter ball for its evening snack.
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