It has been drier than a popcorn fart around here, but I have still seen some frogs. Not nearly as many as when it actually rains, but a few.

I went behind the coop at dusk and saw something new: a cicada nymph crawling up the corner. I have seen adult cicadas, and the nymph shells left behind, but never one on the move. It was a cool thing to watch. (Yes, I did a short video.) The next morning I saw the adult out of its nymph form.

My eldest’s friend thought that the half-tailed squirrel that begs food at the window should have a name, so he is now “Scrat”.

It is a sure sign that the squirrel feeder is empty if he is looking in the house. We can usually tell he is there before we see him because all the cats and dogs inside go on alert. Brave squirrel.