In other news, a cabbage white, a black and a tiger swallowtail visited, and I think that things too fast to identify were dragonflies. A brown thrasher eyed the turtle but pursued smaller stuff. The female cardinal continued to hunt bugs inside the trash barrel while the two males squared off, yet again. The wrens also kept up their squabbling. A squirrel behaved oddly in the mulch, rubbing its bottom on the bark chips.
A female cardinal discovered that the basket where we dump the pool skimmings was full of bugs. The rue was full of wasps, paper, mason, thread-waisted, and others. I glimpsed a big brown butterfly and a cabbage white. Doves hung out by the fence. A pair of geese brought their three goslings to eat our grass. The brown thrasher carried off something white and hunted bugs to bring back. A titmouse preened in the neighbor's birch. Swallows appeared around 6pm.
When I got home, I was greeted by a brown thrasher. Titmice and chickadees competed for the feeder. A male goldfinch got a drink from the hummer feeder that K replenished. I saw the two male cardinals at their chasing. A flurry of birds surrounded the birdhouse - at least one titmouse and one wren were involved.
With twilight came herons. K saw two yellow crowned night herons perched in the oaks. A great blue heron landed at the edge of the creek. Then two more small herons flew overhead. A brown thrasher continued to ferry food to the nest in the camellia. The moon looked quite round behind the oak leaves. And there were fireflies! 
The sky cleared as the morning wore on. I rescued beetles, two spiders of the fishing/wolf/grass persuasion, and a leaf legged bug. The birds don't recognize me as a threat in the pool so I see more. The wren that trills was singing in the hackberry. A yellow crowned night heron preened on a piling. Swallows sang as they hunted bugs. A hummer came after I got out but veered off. 
The sky was a broken overcast at breakfast. House finches were waiting on the feeder for me to open it up. A hummer visited. Titmice joined the regulars. The cardinals were still courting. Mama white spot squirrel foraged under the feeder. Then a brown thrasher came for a drink at the birdbath. A great crested flycatcher took up a post in the cherry.
At noon, the osprey were hunting over the creek. A gosling got into the pool but got back out. The wrens were busy. A grackle hunted in the grass. A dragonfly banged into the window while a cabbage white flitted around.
Back home, a ladybug landed on the post. Wasps enjoyed the rue. A very small butterfly never paused as it fluttered around the cherry. Titmice were all over the yard. The hummer came back. The brown thrasher foraged. The great crested flycatcher wheeped at me from the top of the redwood. Swallows hunted overhead. Some of the clouds looked threatening and I heard thunder, but blue sky was visible through breaks in the overcast. 
Lunch was hand-held and sticky so naturally lots of birds showed up while I couldn't touch the camera. A downy woodpecker apparently hoped for more suet, but not in this heat. A white breasted nuthatch came just once for a seed. The titmice were back along with the regulars. Chickadees have been getting drinks from the birdbath. Osprey alighted in the pines across the creek after I'd washed my hands. 
A brown thrasher hunted around the camellia and went back frequently to the nest. Wrens sang and occasionally one popped out of the house, but there were no chases like yesterday. The hummer came back. I saw a swift and heard more. A nursery convoy of geese went downstream with three little ones between the first adults, three larger goslings in the middle of more parents, and adults with two goslings bringing up the rear. Some kind of heron landed on the bank but all I caught was its back.