As I was walking to the pond early this morning a bittern (maybe the bittern - although Bill calls it the crane) was flying off with a large catfish in its beak.
Watered extensively and pulled a few weeds, but was totally unproductive otherwise. I tried a couple of ways to make the rosemary grow straight up, but nothing really worked, and now I feel badly about bothering it. The shades of green in the herb bed are neat.