On Wednesday, it rained.
Only briefly, in the morning, and by afternoon, when the sun was again shining, our dry Iowa soil was dusty and dry again. The little rain we got didn’t put a dent into the desert that my corner of the heartland seems to be trying to become.
But, may it be a sign. The pattern—unusually dry weather, days flirting with 100s in September—is finally breaking down.
After the brief sprinkle, I was crossing the campus at MMU when I saw what I thought were a bunch of hummingbirds feeding at some hostas under a tree. I paused to photograph them, and was pretty excited as some even seemed to buzz me as they flitted to and from the flowers.
Two colleagues, a man and woman, were passing by. I told them what I thought I was photographing, and they said that the hummingbirds were pretty cool, too. Except, the man noted, “They’re pretty small. Do you think they’re juveniles?”
Maybe he was trying to be polite. They were not juveniles at all, they are some kind of very large butterfly or moth—probably, since it was daylight, butterflies, but I cannot be sure.
Anybody out there recognize these big brutes?
It was nice to see those hummingbirds, which were cool even if they really were insects. And may these be a sign of better things to come. Like cool weather—but most of all, like rain.
An hour after I published this, my sister answered the query on Facebook: Brigid Rocca Hummingbird moths (really they’re called that). Cool and weird at the same time. (Me again–yup. And now I don’t feel too bad at thinking they were hummingbirds!)