This little fox was about 50 feet away when it finally noticed Everett and I sitting on some rocks, nibbling on potato chips, yesterday afternoon. As soon as we were spotted, it ran off in the other direction.

And in the evening when I went out on my own, I was irresistably drawn toward the ditch next to the neighbour's driveway. The frogs make so much noise it seems to come from all directions, so I headed for the closest water. Though there was the slanting light from the setting sun, there was also a light sprinkling of rain, and when I turned back to walk home, there was a rainbow against the dark sky.