While I was working to post the previous entry, the wife hollers at me...

"Is it dragonfly season?"

I actually had to think. No, I was on check station when the swarms went by. Labor Day weekend.

No, it's a little early!

But not for this fellow.

Taking a rest from bashing its head against the front porch ceiling, totally disoriented by the sun that isn't up in the sky.

Heeler sisters had been barking at the intruder, the huge buzzy-wuzzy trying to get into their house.

Little maskless one looked totally disappointed in me when all I did was take pictures of the beast, and do nothing to chase it away.

"Now's when you need a boom-stick!"

But no, we just turned off the porch light, and our wandering guest left.