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Goodbye to July

Images of July.
Sunflower with bee.

Sunflower without bee.

Giant Swallowtail caterpillar on lemon tree.

Black Swallowtail caterpillar on dill.

A friendly spider.

And spider lilies.

A gerbera.

Another gerbera. 

And yet another gerbera.

Gulf Fritillary butterfly.

Giant Swallowtail butterfly.

Male Monarch butterfly - you can tell by the two black dots on his hind wings.

Sulphur butterfly on anisacanthus.

A green anole displaying his throat pouch to assert his territorial rights and maybe entice a mate.

A little green treefrog - just chillin'.

A southern leopard frog, chillin' in his own way.

And, of course, Bertie, the new addition to our household.

It's been an eventful month. I wonder what August will bring.
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  1. Steph@RamblingWrenJuly 31, 2015 at 8:18 PM

    Your garden looks like a wonderful wildlife habitat. Love the new addition... so cute!

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    1. Dorothy BordersJuly 31, 2015 at 10:47 PM

      We've certainly tried to make it a wildlife friendly space. I agree that Bertie is cute. He's also highly entertaining.

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  2. rusty duckAugust 1, 2015 at 2:02 AM

    Always love to see the tree frogs! Hope Bertie doesn't find them, although he is rather gorgeous too. Have fun!

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    1. Dorothy BordersAugust 1, 2015 at 9:09 AM

      Bertie's strictly an inside cat so the tree frogs are safe. They are wonderful creatures, aren't they?

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  3. CarmenAugust 2, 2015 at 12:52 PM

    Great creatures you've got there, Dorothy! And Bertie is so cute.

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    1. Dorothy BordersAugust 2, 2015 at 2:14 PM

      The critters add a lot of interest to the garden. And Bertie adds a lot of interest to the house.

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