Back on the clock

The cat has a persistent fascination with a bundle of cables and my cameras. He wants to lay on and amongst them, even though a pad has been laid not eight inches away specifically for his rest.

Back out at the pond, skimmers, water beetles, and camouflaged fly larvae are in abundance. I wait for the salamander newts to make a show.

The dog has alerted us to a pile of feathers under a shelving unit near the storage shed.

It was a good day for a drive. I discovered something about road names that may have caused some confusion in the past and sought a remedy.