An acorn falls from a tree and pelts the ground with a thud. The impact stirs a small pale moth who flutters from one blade of grass to the safety of another.
A large shape was on top of the otherwise thin and angular branch and looked slightly out of place. But it was not out of place at all. It was an owl.
A downpour of acorns has fallen from the trees, effectively leaving the ground covered in a spread of oblong marbles. The accumulation of acorns and other nut varieties proves to be a very popular attraction, as evident by the abundant activity that surrounds them.
It was early evening when I strolled through a small orchard. Here and there among fruiting trees were pairs of orange wings edged with black veining and white dots fluttering against the dimming sky. These wings belonged to monarch butterflies, and they appeared everywhere I turned.