We could not believe it when it was still raining this morning. Just a light rain, but it persisted until mid morning, adding another half inch of rain to the two inches yesterday. I brought the horses in, and noticed something in the bedding of Bart’s stall. It turned out to be a frog. I guess it swam away from the pond in all the rain and somehow found itself in a very inhospitable place for a water creature. I relocated it back to the stream.
It was another lazy day for the horses.
Oisin is exhausted by the Irish weather
I heard a tree fall in the forest! It was a significant crash, and I grabbed the camera and hared off to investigate. Well, the camera cannot do justice to it. The tree did not hit the ground, but its root system gave way and it crashed into a big hickory. One huge branch broke and did crash to the ground. Eventually, the tree will give way, I just hope I am not in the vicinity. I kept imagining it might fall on me while I was investigating, and wondering if I would have enough warning or enough agility to escape.
Heave ho! 
The fallen tree is dead, but it is supported by live trees 
An amazing group of shelf fungi 
Another stand of chanterelles found!
The sun came out, off and on, during the afternoon. Tom Morris and many butterflies came out with the sunshine.
I did some outdoor work, though it was pretty sloppy going. My two boyfriends kept me company, and sized each other up
Tom Morris and Roscoe
When the the horses went out, Stone managed to get some scratching with Oisin.
Marianne is still smiling. She makes it possible for me to wander around with a camera taking pictures instead of doing barn work.
Finally, the Wood Pee Wee flycatcher in the peach tree may not be colorful, but is one of my favorites of the many creatures around here. We are so fortunate to live in such a vibrant place!
Stay safe, stay well, stay connected – to friends and to the world around us.
The shots of the butterflies and the flowers are beautiful. What are all those orange lovely little petaled guys? 66° here in Lexington, KY. but not the rain your getting, but some. And, the massive tree, what was it? There’s a mind blowing book, if your mind is open to be blown to bits once in a while, Entering the Secret World of Nature, by Michael J. Roads, I dare anyone to read it without scoffing. I have read it and have a renewed spirit about death in nature. Happy Horses, Happy Days! Thank you , Anne for this.
Jane, you have such interesting book recommendations!
I THINK the little butterflies are Painted Ladies. The big tree was an oak, I believe.
Oh my god! that tree!
Can I be obnoxious about the “sound” the tree might have made?
To be is to be perceived. The tree DOES make a sound because GOD perceives the sound. But really, we now know, that Oisin and all the other animalises heard the sound and saw it fall, and that is what gave it its being.
Hurray! we’ve gotten rid of god!
Those photos of the butterflies are magnificent! Such detail! Your posts are both beautiful and educating, I sometimes need a dictionary. Thank you!