When I got to the Rocky Hill ferry launch after the graveyard, there was a huge line—four cars already in front of me! The ferry was out in the middle of the river, and they usually put three cars on it, so I settled down for a long wait, expecting that it would pick up the first three cars, cross the river and drop them off, pick up more cars in Glastonbury, and then finally come back and get me and the car in front of me. I was just about to settle down and listen to a giant 14-minute song about the sinking of the Titanic when the ferryman signaled for me to cut in front of the van in front of me!!! He squeezed my Beetle on with the first three cars and a bicycle, and left the poor van behind on the shore! Hahahah! It’s awesome having a little car!

Then when I got home and walked out of the garage (not even sure why I did that, instead of going right inside), two hummingbirds were having a feeding frenzy at the hibiscus! I stood there and watched them for ages, and even went back to my car and got my gravehounding camera and watched some more, attempting to take pictures. (My gravehounding camera doesn’t have as much zoom as my other one, and they are super super small and fast, so I didn’t think anything would come out, but it was worth a try.) At one point they did this really fancy thing sort of like a mating dance ten feet up in the sky near the house, and then one of them divebombed me! It zoomed right near my head; I could feel the wooosh of its tiny wings. I exclaimed, “Aaaah!!! OH MY GOD!” Unbelievable.