The temperature overnight crept below 70°. Morning felt cool and damp, in part because a large, heavy cloud seemed stuck overhead. Once again there were two frogs which I caught. I have been persuaded that they are young bullfrogs. In addition, there was a half-grown grasshopper in the skimmer, which amazingly revived. When I tried to urge it away from the water, it shot straight up into the air. Is it "pronking" if an animal has six legs?
A few beautyberries were beginning to blush. A tiny wasp drowned in the one-hole hummer feeder. The hummers did not approve. They were happy when a fresh feeder appeared. The squirrel was back but, alas, I had no peanuts. A black swallowtail hunted for parsley, of which there was none. It shamed me into going to the nursery and buying a pot full. Toward evening, a little flock of eight mallards gathered on the creek. The males were in eclipse and only their yellow bills indicated their sex.










