Other sightings on a walk around the property:
A few big white mushrooms, loving all the rain we've had, growing in a pile of decaying hay.
I managed to spot a coyote (no time for a picture) on the west bank of the creek. I think we made eye contact: I was probably happier than the coyote about that.
Every step I took through the meadow stirred up a dozen or so greyish moths. I wonder if these are from the army worm invasion that was causing everyone with a lawn to lose their minds last week.