Yesterday, Diane, Ritka, Farli, and I went out in the back area beyond the fenced yard here. I wasn’t paying particular attention to Ritka, but Ritka had found some interesting scent. Our attention was caught, though, when a half-dozen birds broke cover and flew off, the smallest of them as large as a full-grown pheasant. We have wild turkey in the area. The smaller birds we are assuming are young of the year.
Down at the pond, there is a mallard hen with a half-dozen half-grown ducklings. We had a load of sand dropped off next to the pier at the pond, giving us a few feet of sandy beach rather than mud. It makes it a bit more pleasant to check out what’s up. We can hear frogs toward evening. And we have had a fair number of lightning bugs, too.