Sunday, August 24, 2025, 58.2*, 87% RH, 0632
Last night a black mosquito on my leg. I never knew there were black ones, black as ants. Maine has quite a variety. I wonder if Red-eyed Vireos eat mosquitoes. Indeed, thank you Google! They do not eat wasps though. Birds who do eat wasps, would have quite a treat if they gathered at the nest discovered yesterday in the brush pile.
In this golden hour, Soleil paints leaves foreshadowing fall. Dew rests atop unsheltered things. Red-eyed Vireo and Blue Jay are heard, no others as “your recording was interrupted.” Unlike last night, warily watching the deck for Chris to appear, Zayne runs, delighted to be outside, jumps to determine if that something he watches is stump or creature.
Living together is a slow carving of trust, of caring.
Photo: LJ Austin
