Hot, cloudless, windless. Tiresome.

Beets, tomatoes, and onions doing okay, but only thanks to hand watering.

Mergansers, mad at being disturbed from their rest on Pine Box pier. They are skittish birds. — Mergansers, mad at being disturbed from their rest on Pine Box pier. They are skittish birds.

An odd, knocking sound, like someone repeatedly striking a single note on a wooden xylophone, coming from across the lane as I was up working around the garage. Extensive research on google lead to the conclusion it was a giant "ClunkMunk" chipmunk. However, skepticism, and a few suggestions from Mary Ellen and John resulted in a more acceptable hypothesis—an Eastern Whip-poor-will making its cluck notes. Donk.