Rain over night. Pax didn't feel like much of a walk, so a bike ride seemed the thing for me, though it turned out to be hazardous on account of countless nightcrawlers spread across the roads and walks. Yet on an afternoon walk with Pax nary a one could be found. There were many robins, and they seemed slow to take off, or perhaps the worms wised up and moved out of high traffic areas.

Also clouds of river bugs hanging over bridges, and red-winged blackbirds on every other tree, bush, and cattail anywhere near water, loudly proclaiming their territory.

Above a few square feet of worm castings. It's a fact that objects firmly planted tend to sink into the surrounding soil as the worm castings pile up.