A little house wren sat at the top of the old rotting tree stump. It was checking out the holes left by a pileated woodpecker. In the early spring, a pair of tree swallows used the largest hole for a nest. The wren appeared to be checking out the hole for the same reason. As I came closer to the stump it flew up into the willow. The finch and the wren took turns singing their songs.
I took a break and was going in to the house when I noticed a strange bug. The antennae were longer than the entire bug's body. As I looked at it, I wondered how it could actually fly.
Blue damsel flies were flying everywhere. I was hoping they were going to take care of the mosquitoes that left bulging welts on my leg.
The grass got mowed and the cup of coffee on the deck was enjoyed. The sun's rays shone down all afternoon but there are large dark clouds building up in the west. Here comes the rain again.
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