This morning I went up to Kelly's place in the Davis Mountains to help band hummingbirds. I hadn't been up there in a year so it was enjoyable. It's migration so I had expected to trap one hundred birds, but we only got 80. Then back at Alpine I had tomatoes to pick and process. Can't keep up. Here's what I picked this afternoon.
What I didn't give away I processed and froze. After making a pie with the last of this year's apples, I checked out the ponds for odes and butterflies. Nothing interesting, but I photographed an Eastern Amberwing because the diagnostic pattern on the abdomen seemed so faint. All the diversity within a species is confusing to me. Someday I'll probably reread this (or not) and think what a novice I was.