Our cats are superstitious. They won’t go out either door if Lola or Osric (both black cats) cross their paths.

While out touring the garden this afternoon, I noticed a mama fly catcher with her two teenagers perched on the power line.  Mama would fly out catch a bug on the wing, fly back, and then give it to her nagging teenagers. There are several photos of her in action after bugs. I never once saw either of the teenagers lift a wing to go after a single bug the whole time I was out there.

I saw a tiny butterfly fluttering around and followed it until it landed. It was no bigger than a fingernail, but very pretty.

While I was photographing the butterfly, I could hear a bird chattering in a dead cottonwood. I looked up to see a beautiful red bird singing at the top of its birdie lungs.

Now that it’s the middle of July the June bugs are out.