Along the Casey Jones State Trail, the only reliable place where my cell phone works (but not if I don't stand up straight!), some yellow coneflowers and black-eyed susans have begun blooming.
Within the park, I observed a kingbird fighting off a nighthawk, living up to its "tyrant flycatcher" family name. Another time, while listening to a bluebird that I could not see, waiting for it to appear, I was surprised when it suddenly flew down to chase a wren in the tree where the bluebird nest had been, then peck at a nighthawk perched in a nearby tree in one long swoop.I also had the pleasure of observing two white-tail fawns still wearing their spots. They just watched me. I didn't have my camera.
Within the park, a small group of sun dancers is encamped at the Sun Dance grounds. While the group leader has come in to the visitor center a couple times to sign in to quarry the pipestone, I haven't seen much of the group. I am content to let them do their thing and be alone. It is interesting to walk around the park and hear the singing and drumming from a short way off.
We continued presenting our evening programs at the Pipestone RV Campground. I rustled up 15 people for my show, which doesn't sound like much. Compared to Glacier, though, I'm reaching a proportion of the park's annual visitation a power of ten higher per show.
European honeybee on smooth sumac