So an hour later, after dinner, we were sitting outside enjoying the evening and heard some rustling around behind the woodshed. Dh and I looked at one another and:
We suspected that there were bears up at the cabin, so we've been very careful to not have food outside anywhere around the cabin. Needless to say, we will be even more careful now.
Meanwhile in suburbia, I am back to buying parsley for a couple weeks:
This is the caterpillar stage for the black swallowtail butterfly. Every year they come and denude my parsley during the last couple weeks of June. I used to think they were tomato worms and picked them off. Then I searched on Professor Google a couple years ago and learned their true identity. I've since learned that if I leave them and the parsley alone, in about two weeks they are gone, the parsley recovers, and Kroger sells a couple of extra bunches of parsley to me. Of course, I never know whether they complete their metamorphosis or if the the many birds around here make a feast of them. Perhaps I should set up a nursery/incubator next year as the linked article suggests.
And those caterpillars have not been the only ones spinning up some cocoons:
And the spindles have been busy too:
Both cops are cormo, the white was spun on my Jenkin's Aegean spindle and the brown was spun on the Kuchulu. Don't they look like a hot fudge sundae?
Next up: books.....