It’s really fall out there with leaves crunching underfoot, and that welcome autumn fragrance in the air. There are still plenty of great invertebrates out there, and the spiders seem to be especially busy. Marbled Orb Weaver A caterpillar that I see every October, the Laugher Moth caterpillar. I find the face intriguing, and the hair, well, it’s a “do” and a don’t together. They are somewhat non-touch. It won’t sting you like a Saddleback caterpillar, but the long hairs can irritate the skin. Northern Parula (summer resident) just hasn’t moved on yet. Chestnut-sided Warbler. (migrant) I love the color they take on in winter. The back is a gorgeous shade of chartreuse I checked the pantone chart just to be sure, and it is indeed bright chartreuse Here’s a male Chestnut-sided in spring breeding color. They undergo a dramatic transformation as the seasons change. Two youngsters, presumably siblings, who stuck together like glue Down at the bath spot, watching out for one another Black-throated Green Warbler (migrant) American Redstart (summer resident) American Redstart Cape May Warbler (migrant) Cape May It takes some courage to visit a bathing spot, where a bird is vulnerable to predation. Cape May on left, and Bay-breasted Warbler on the right. Warblers often arrive in mixed flocks. Philadelphia Vireo (migrating). Most years, we are surprised and delighted to see a rare Philadelphia passing through, but this year, we have good numbers of Philadelphias stopping by in the Piedmont. When you see these common names, you might think the Philadelphia Vireo breeds in Philadelphia, but that never seems to be the case. Some naturalist from way back just saw the bird for the first time somewhere, and attached the name. The Philadelphia Vireo breeds in southern Canada, and northern New England. Nashville Warbler (migrant). Nashvilles breed in Canada and the Northeastern US, and have another breeding ground in the Pacific Northwest. Again, someone saw one passing through Nashville, and there you have the name. Blackburnian Warbler, named for Anna Blackburne,(English) who was the sister of the naturalist (Ashton Blackburne) who found one of these warblers in NY, sent it home to the UK, where naturalist Thomas Pennant assigned the name. Anna herself was a well known naturalist, but had no particular interest in New World birds. How could you not have any particular interest in New World birds, especially our eastern warblers? A curious reaction. This Blackburnian (fall plumage) was gleaning for caterpillars. He had eyes on the green and cream caterpillar in the lower right corner, dug around a bit, and then simply backed off. I wonder if the spider web was too thick in the same area as the caterpillar, but after a long bit of attention, the warbler flew off sans caterpillar and gleaned for other insects and caterpillars. Right now, there are plenty of Magnolia Warblers passing through and I never tire of photographing them. I’ll keep looking up, as fall migration continues. Special thanks go out to Birdman Bart M, who located the beautiful mixed flock of warblers featured in much of this post. So long from Brumley and Jordan Lake. Love, Mary K

There’s so much going on that it’s hard to make the time to create a post for crittercam. Today, we have steady rain, nothing torrential, but no day to be outside looking for birds. Apparently, we were spared from any hurricane force winds by a bigger hurricane that pushed the one barreling towards us out to sea. Sleepy Orange on Ironweed. Seeing more Monarchs traveling through, which is heartening. Black Racer. In case you’re wondering, differentiating our local “black” snakes is pretty easy. Black Rat Snakes are constrictors. Low key and slow, they amble up to prey. Black Racers almost always travel with this posture. Head up, surveying the ground for prey. It’s strictly race and bite for these snakes, so the head is up searching for prey. Even from a distance, you can see they have smooth scales, not keeled. If you capture a Racer, they tend to bite more readily than a Black Rat Snake. Yes, another Eastern Box Turtle, this individual a rather showy male. Chestnut-sided Warbler (migrant) White-eyed Vireo, summer resident, (immature) and without a lick of sense. this bird comes out daily to stare at me. No fear, just curious. Yellow-billed Cuckoo. I closed in to a portrait on this Cuckoo to show the caterpillar hairs on the beak (summer resident) and they are all over Brumley North at this time, galumphing, public, and slow. Ovenbird (summer resident) Yellow-throated Warbler (summer resident) Common Yellowthroat (summer resident). Normally these warblers skulk around in thick tall grasses, where they nest in obscured sites, but now that they are gearing up to leave us, they are insanely public, scolding all the intruder birds, and popping out to stare at passersby. Yes, I know it’s your turf. I'm moving along. Bay-breasted Warbler (migrant) Cape May Warbler (migrant) Magnolia Warbler (migrant). I love these particular warblers because they flipped the switch on my warbler obsession. I saw one near my house many years ago, and its beauty was so striking, that I had to see all the warblers. Blackburnian Warbler (migrant) This individual was found by Bart, who has some serious birding gamesmanship. The darned bird was at the very top of an impossibly tall tree, but Bart was on his game. His true gamesmanship starts with the fact that he eschews the standard birding outfit of dull green trousers (tucked into one’s socks to ward off ticks), wrinkled tan shirt, and weird hat. Bart birds shirtless. Daring choice. Oh, the beloved Magnolia! More to come in the next days, just hard to include them all in one post. So long from Brumley North. Love, Mary K

Plenty of both bugs and birds this week, and that’s just as it should be. The birds passing through the Piedmont right now are here for one reason. They need food to fuel their long journey south. Meanwhile, it can be as much fun to watch the invertebrates as it is to observe the birds. So, below is a female Lynx Spider (in fall color) and she looks particularly bulbous. Remember on the original Star Trek when Captain Kirk would urge Scotty to take the Enterprise beyond warp 9? Scotty had a standard reply “She canna take anymore, Cap’n. She’s gonna blow.” I feel like this Lynx should lay her eggs now before she blows Now this slim Lynx has other pursuits in mind. From what I can discern, the victim of the Lynx is a species of Potter Wasp. They are solitary wasps who create a tiny, tiny jug of dirt and spit with a narrow opening at the top. They then sting some invertebrate (often a caterpillar) and paralyze the victim. The subdued insect or spider is then dragged inside the pot, at which point, the wasp lays an egg in the jug, so her larva has food. The final touch is adding a little mud plug to the vessel to seal it all in until it’s time for the larva to emerge. Scary Potter! As an adult she primarily nectars on flowers and is beneficial as a pollinator. Well, the Lynx isn’t about to be a snack, and managed to envenomate the wasp while it was nectaring. Praying Mantis discovered in the Dog Fennel by Peter R. Thank you Peter! It’s hard to see her enlarged abdomen, but this mantis is also carrying eggs. Two days later, I returned to the Dog Fennel and there was the egg case. Polyphemus Moth caterpillar, and it was huge. Monarch caterpillar A last round of Hummingbird Clearwing Moths nectaring on thistle. This moth managed to avoid any hungry Lynx Spider Katydid on a car door. I often load up my car at night with water and supplies (bug spray, hat, jacket) before setting out the following morning. I’m never alert in the morning, so getting the car ready the night before is a good routine. Anyway, I entered the garage last night and found this Katydid hanging onto my car door. Many cultures revere the Katydid, and in Brazil, it is nicknamed “Esperanca” or hope. I’m hoping for some really good birds in the morning. Black and White Warbler, the best of the cooperating warblers. American Redstart (male) Chestnut-sided Warbler (migrant) The warbler scored a prize meal in the very early evening down by our local creek. It took a bit of wrestling, but the small warbler ate it all. Cape May Warbler with caterpillar prey. (migrant) Magnolia warbler (migrant) Yellow-billed Cuckoo This individual had a hard time swallowing its prey. I thought I was going to need to do a bird Heimlich on the Cuckoo, but the bird managed to choke down its meal. So long from all the usual haunts on this first day of Fall. Love, Mary K

A week not so rich in warblers as I might have wanted, but staying on the trails has its benefits. You look harder and more carefully when the birds don’t appear. Luna Moth caterpillar ready to pupate. Large and slow, I kept the caterpillar company as it crossed the trail, so it didn’t get smooshed. Husband of the she-demon Black Horsefly. He doesn’t bite, she will stab you and make you bleed. A massive drop of ripe Persimmons fell by Jordan Lake, and as much as these will be appreciated by the racooons, opossums, foxes, coyotes, and deer, they are also full of sweet nectar for puddling Red-spotted purple butterflies. I waited patiently for bathing warblers one afternoon, but only observed a Northern Watersnake on shore patrol. Northern Parula (summer resident, male) Black and White Warbler (summer resident) American Redstart (female) resident summer warbler Ah, finally a migrant. Cape May Warbler (immature female) Cape May Warbler seeking out a spider Success and the finishing wipe of the beak after a spider meal Tennessee Warbler (migrant) Magnolia Warbler, (migrant) and a bird I dearly love. Love at first sight. After a long unproductive search of the canopy for warblers, I noticed this minuscule Green Tree frog by the edge of a pond. I had never encountered such a tiny tree frog, barely 3/4 of an inch in length. As evening fell, the tree frog grew livelier and moved to another Smilax leaf to survey its domain. So long from Sandy Creek, Brumley, and Jordan Lake. Love, Mary K

The frog? Again? I loved the encounter with the tree frog so much, I had to keep working with frog photos.. 🎶 at the Copa, Cope’s frog cabana, the hottest spot north of Savannah…🎶. her name was Lola, she was a tree frog... All right, all right, I think I can let it rest now. The other non-migration thrill came from this encounter at Brumley North. Every day I pass a solitary Cleome (aka spider flower), known for its color and extra long stamens. It’s invasive as far as I know, but it’s gorgeous, and happens to be quite popular with the White-lined Sphinx Moth (Hyles lineata). On this particular hot day, I couldn’t locate a bird to save me, but the Sphinx Moth saved the outing. These moths nectar during the day, and into the early evening. It’s been noted that they often choose colorful flowers in the daylight hours, and nectar on pale or white flowers as dusk approaches. Their vision is quite good, so they don’t entirely rely on olfactory cues to locate a nectar source. The proboscis of this moth is exceedingly long, and its wingspan can be as wide as three inches. Newly hatched Garter Snake, tiny and feisty. Monarch Butterfly American Goldfinch Blue Grosbeak (first year male). You can see that the bird is coming into its adult color, but has that scruffy, awkward teen look at the moment. Never disappointed by the local Hooded Warblers. Adult male. First year male Hooded Warbler. Note that all of these summer youngsters will soon be making their first migration ever. So young, he doesn’t even have his full black balaclava. White-eyed Vireo (immature), the eye hasn't yet taken on the distinctive white coloration. same individual The watchful parent of the young vireo shown above. This time of year you can often see vireos and warblers traveling in small family groups. Northern Waterthrush (a warbler species). Migrant, does not nest here, but is traveling through. Yellow Warbler, migrating male A little ray of sunshine. Black and White Warbler, a summer resident. Prairie Warbler, summer resident While at Jordan lake searching for warblers, I don’t ignore the Bald Eagles as they pass overhead. This one has a fish. The dark edges on its white tail tell me this bird is probably about 4 and 1/2 years old, almost adult. In other news, I have a crittercam error to correct. The Hornworm featured in the last crittercam was not a Tomato Hornworm, but a Tobacco Hornworm. Both species can decimate your summer tomatoes and peppers. Happy trails to all. Love, Mary K

Late August evokes a sensation of change. You smell it in the air. Remnants of childhood fuel this feeling of expectation. I remember the Labor Day swim races marked the end of summer, and the beginning of a new school year, the heat of summer broken with an occasional cool breeze, Butterflies nectaring in every garden, Hummingbirds fueling up for migration, flowers offering their last glorious color. As an adult, the excitement comes knowing that bird migration just around the corner. Everywhere you look, American Goldfinch are flitting about, gathering seeds. Soon they will shed their striking summer plumage, and tone themselves down for winter. Green froglet, still morphing from tadpole to adult, its tail the last piece to be absorbed. [gallery include="3942,3943"] Sleepy Orange Butterfly on Ironweed. They are called “sleepy” for a tiny dark mark on the forewing, that by some extreme stretch of the imagination reminded someone of closed eyes. Pale Tiger Moth. Yes, I’m still patrolling the walls of the NCBG. Virginia Creeper Sphinx moth. Thank you Lauren for pointing out this handsome Sphinx. A bad one. Ainsley discovered this Tomato Hornworm had decimated her perfect Pepper plant overnight. Chris was kind enough not to squish the gourmand, and moved the "all you can eat” caterpillar away from the beautiful Pepper plant to a less decorative part of the garden. These caterpillars are huge, and love to target tomato and pepper plants. It’s never minor damage, as they are voracious eaters. When our children were little, we made many visits to a local life and science museum where they kept a Hornworm display. You could watch them eat, and to add to the experience, the enclosure included small microphones, so visitors could hear the endless munching and crunching. The horn on the tail end is harmless, but as you can imagine, this plump caterpillar is quite attractive to predators. The horn might be trying to look like a stinger. Sometimes, you can see white protrusions coming through the skin of these caterpillars, those are the larvae of parasitic wasps who lay their eggs inside of the caterpillar, where they proceed to eat the caterpillar from the inside out. The white protrusions are the larvae emerging from their zombie host. Late August, and right on time the Zebra Swallowtails are emerging, nectaring on a large stand of Bear Foot (Hairy Leafcup). Unlike many butterflies, these Zebras can live for up to six months. [gallery include="3948,3949"] Giant Swallowtail, the largest Butterfly in North America. Thank you Andy for allowing us to visit with you in your magnificent garden. Ruby-throated Hummingbird. I’m curious about this hummer. Is it a young male just getting its first gorget feather, or is it an older female? A mature female Ruby-throated can occasionally display a single red feather at the throat. No warbler is as reliable as a Hooded warbler. "I don’t care if you’re watching me, I have business to conduct." Black and White Warbler Prize of the summer was located by Matt at the NCBG. These frogs are fairly common, but this male was seen gripping a stem near the lovely yellow flowers of the herb garden. Irresistible. On closer inspection, you can see the frog's gorgeous marbled patterning. They aren’t large frogs at all. This was a younger individual, a bit over an inch long when his hind legs were tucked beneath him. Yes, I took hundreds of photos of this little frog, but who could resist his charm or his sticky spatulate fingers? Eventually, the Cope’s made a grand leap away for the flowers and tucked in closer to the ground. Great Egret hunting the Mason Farm pond Thank you to the staff at the NCBG for sharing your knowledge and beautiful garden finds. Happy trails from Carrboro, Chapel Hill, and Chatham County. Love, Mary K

It comforts me to know that nature is getting on with business in its usual precise way. I looked back at crittercams I’ve written in August in previous years, and it’s always the same cast of players. Behold the mighty Dobsonfly. She’s a big gal, and don’t mess with her, she can deliver a powerful bite. Right now the Dobsonflies are laying their eggs. Generally, she will lay those eggs over or near water. Her offspring are aquatic Hellgrammites. We’re always happy to see Hellgrammites, because they only live in relatively clean streams and rivers. They are an indicator species when assessing water quality. Trout feast on them, and anglers use them for bait. Meanwhile the Hellgrammites grow larger on a diet of aquatic insects and sometime tiny fish. Oh, but beware the mighty Hellgrammite. They possess the same strong jaws as their mother. The internet is full of stories about someone getting bitten on the toe, or worse, some poor soul lamenting the occasion when a Hellgrammite had gotten into a man’s swim trunks. When it comes time for the Hellgrammite to leave the water. They crawl out onto land and pupate in soft soil and leaf debris, emerging in summer as Dobsonflies. Anecdotally it is noted that they often leave the water en masse during a thunderstorm. An adult Dobsonfly only lives from 4 -10 days. I ever so lightly touched the back of Madame Dobsonfly, and she opened those mandibles wide. As angry mothers will often say, “I ain’t playin' with you”. Male Dobsonflies possess absurdly long mandibles, but they don’t bite. They believe the long mandibles enable them to wrestle with other males, and impress the ladies. Dobsonfly egg case. For protection from the elements and camouflage, the female covers her eggs (might be a couple of thousand in there) with a chalky substance. It looks like bird poop. This egg case has hatched out, leaving an indelible chalky outline. Here’s the odd thing. Staff at the NCBG stated that female Dobsonflies like to lay their eggs on the walls of the building. This seems unwise. Morgan Creek is the nearest body of water, and the creek is about 100 yards from this wall. That’s not over water or on some rock near water. It would be a monumental task for the tiny Hellgrammite hatchlings to travel that distance to reach the water they require. No one has been able to solve the mystery, and the Garden staff has consulted with aquatic insect entomologists. Anyone out there have an explanation? Of course, we have the large Writing spiders setting up shop. This species is Argiope aurantia, or Yellow Garden spider. Spicebush Swallowtail The endless rain and dampness has been great for large snails. Gary, You’re back! Carolina Anole on Milkweed leaf. Prize of the week was seen at Mason Farm. A beautiful Eastern Kingsnake came out towards the road. Before I get all the comments, “Oh Mary, please no more snakes” note that Kingsnakes are immune to snake venom, and are well known to consume Copperheads. Not my business, and every creature has to eat, but if you have a Kingsnake in your garden, be happy that someone is taking charge of the venomous snakes, not eliminating them entirely, but keeping them under control. Green Heron hunting on the Mason Farm Road. The flooding has created a decent sized waterway from pond overflow. When looking for a subject, I can always count on our local Hooded Warblers. They will migrate south in September. Now we get to see our summering Hummingbirds with a backdrop of Ironweed. I’ve taken the same photo about a thousand times, but why not one more? So long from the NCBG and from home base in Carrboro. Love, Mary K

Oh the moths of August! While we’re all dawdling around, anticipating fall migration, August offers up its own treats. The Moths are appearing, and it’s one of the “quiet “ birding times that I look forward to each year. As you may or may not know, Chantal did quite a bit of damage to our local trails, so I’m out every day, but some favorite spots are still closed for repair. The NCBG has been my mainstay for a couple of reasons. 1. When the temperature is 98 degrees, you have air conditioned places to rest, and 2. Moths and cool insects love all the native plants, and when resting in the day, the walls of the NCBG are often the chosen resting spots. Always the grand prize of any summer day or evening, the Luna Moth. This one is a female, and do you see the trailing tails on her wings? She doesn’t eat as an adult moth (doesn’t even possess mouth parts). She is only flying about to mate and lay her eggs. Unfortunately, she can be eaten in the night by bats, and those trailing swallow-tail streamers disrupt and confuse the echolocation of bats, enabling her to perhaps lose a bit of wing, but sill survive. Ailanthus Webworm moth atop a Passion Flower. It’s an invasive species, but no one is up in arms, because the caterpillar of this species loves to feed on Tree of Heaven, and botanists foam at the mouth at the mere mention of the invasive Tree of Heaven. Tuliptree Beauty moth. Common, but quite lovely when viewed close Large Maple Spanworm moth Also in the garden, the Lynx spiders are present and will soon be laying their eggs. This one sits atop a Pitcher plant Lynx on Phlox leaf Pipevine Swallowtail Pipevine on Phlox Always present in the garden are Carolina Anoles. These lizards don’t hibernate, but spend their winter hiding deep in vegetation. The garden boasts a few well maintained Hummingbird feeders, and I’ve counted six Ruby-throateds taking advantage of the feeders. This is the adult male. Along with the adult male are a few maturing males, and they are such confident young turks that they even drive off the adult male hummer. Female Ruby-throated More from the confident young male with its gorget coming into full color. [gallery include="3913,3914"] American Goldfinch. These birds nest much later than other bird species. They are seed eaters, so they wait to nest until many plants go to seed. This male is feeding on Joe Pye Weed. Last week the Joe Pye was covered with nectaring Silver-spotted Skippers, but now it’s going to seed and the Goldfinch have taken over. American Goldfinch Carrboro doesn’t allow deer hunting within town limits. As a result, we are rich in deer, and they are quite habituated to people, (bordering on flirtatious). So long from Carrboro and the NCBG. Love, Mary K

Has anyone else noticed it’s a little hot out there? Short walks are dominating the scene this month as my camel has been reluctant to venture far afield. Many trails are still closed due to flooding, so I’ve been sticking close to home and visits with the most local locals, including the reliable Hood Warbler. Ruby-throated Hummingbirds are regulars at the NCBG. When in doubt, one can always hit Sandy Creek, and see endless Yellow-crowned Night Herons. They have become absurdly tolerant of onlookers, and go about their crayfish hunting at all hours. This juvenile Night Heron was practicing its beak flip skills with an Eyed Click Beetle. Mind you, the young one never ate the beetle, but made many tosses and flips, honing its skills. Beetle was secured and then the youngster went on to flip other objects, small twigs, and even rocks, as demonstrated below. Carolina Anoles tolerate heat well, as this male contemplates his lunch choice. The temperature was 98 degrees. Eastern Tiger Swallowtail nectaring A Cottontail was eating grass, but showed no interest in avoiding me, just too hot to run off and hide. Rhinoceros Beetle. Harmless and quite large. These beetles are entirely herbivorous with adults consuming fruit and nectar, and larvae primarily consuming decaying plant matter. They are quite strong beetles, capable of lifting 850 times their body weight. Look who’s back. The famous Painted Bunting of Dix park has once again returned to his usual haunt. The brush pile is the target place to see this handsome guy, but I’m declaring that brush pile as the hottest place on Earth. I took this photo back in 2022 when the Painted first made an appearance at the park. He’s fluffed up in the photo because he chose to take a dust bath on the day that I visited. I couldn’t face the heat of the brush pile this July, so I went searching in the archives for this old image, presumably the same bird as the location hasn’t changed. So long from Durham, Carrboro, and Chapel Hill. Love, Mary K

As you may have guessed, July isn’t generally a great time to photograph wildlife. Many birds are busy raising young, and territories are already well established. Every tree is fully leafed out, so the visuals aren’t easy. I take what I can get, and avoid the heat of the day as best I can. Starting off, we have a Red-bellied water snake. We see loads of these snakes at Mason Farm. Ruby-throated Hummingbird. This is the female whose nest we observed in late May. (Bynum) Out at Meadowview, an Eastern Kingbird has built her nest over the pond. The white fluff is sheep’s wool. What an intelligent choice for the inner nest. Soft for the nestlings, but the lanolin in the wool will be more waterproof for the nestlings, and won’t get saturated during rainstorms. Unfortunately, the nest is exposed to the sun for most of the day. Birds can’t sweat, so they pant to dissipate heat. During the worst of the heat wave, the Mama bird spreads her wings a bit to protect her nestlings. I had assumed she had fledged her nestlings, but yesterday, I returned to the nest location, and saw that she had two youngsters, just about ready to fledge. Everyone survived the heat. Meadow View is the locale of the angry Bluebird. He has a nest nearby, and likes to make a rotation attacking the cars that park by the side of the road. Mine was the last car of the evening, and I heard his vigorous thumping while I was in the car. I took this photo within the car, looking behind me through the back windshield. OK, I’m leaving! Back home, a female Box turtle wandered around my front yard on a rainy day, looking for a spot to lay her eggs. I saw a total of three false digs that she eventually abandoned, so I don’t know exactly where she ended up completing her nest. Our front yard has no grass, but the moss cover is more natural, and attracts Box Turtles each year. Mason Farm Turkey hen and her poults. By July, I’m usually at a loss as to where to locate interesting wildlife, so I sit by my favorite puddle and wait it out. You may remember that last year we had a significant drought, so I would go each day and transfer creek water to the good puddle. I came each day with an empty gallon jug and a small chair and waited it out. This year, we’ve had plenty of rain, so the puddle requires no maintenance. I can sit in the shade, and have a relaxed day of birding. I love this puddle, and so do the birds. Northern Cardinal Wood thrush Northern Parula Following a Prothonotary Warbler can fill any day. They are quite public, and don’t care that you are observing them. This is one of the Bynum Bridge Prothonotaries. Here’s the puddle loving Mason Farm Prothonotary. He’s a born showman, and often comes around just to stare at me from a close branch. You? Again? I swear he’s as enamored with himself as I am of him. He bathes two or three times a day, long luxurious baths that go on for many minutes. This bird has lost any tentative dip and go behavior. He has checked me out thoroughly, and has decided that I’m just some lump occupying space. I spent a couple of hours observing birds at the magic puddle, and eventually headed out of the reserve at about 5:30 PM. So, I got to my car, put away the chair, got the AC going, deleted a few photos, and finally turned off the camera and seat belted it into the car. I broke two of the laws of wildlife photography. 1. You could spend an entire day at a nature reserve, and see nothing, but when you arrive at the parking lot, all the wonderful birds and other wildlife will be on display. 2. Never turn off the camera until you are completely clear of the reserve. You keep it turned on, sitting in your lap, just in case. I have an excuse (always an excuse), the road to Mason Farm is full of potholes, crater-like and ready to remove the oil pan beneath your car, so I didn’t want to be preoccupied with a large camera on my lap. Anyway, I looked up, and saw three young coyotes tumble onto the path. They were siblings, frolicking and rolling around in play, By the time I managed to untangle the camera and turn it on, all the gamboling had stopped, and the lanky pups were quietly crossing the path one at a time. When will I learn to keep the camera on my lap and ready at all times? Still delighted to see this year’s pups. So long from Carrboro, Bynum, Meadowview, and Mason Farm. Love, Mary K