Rain, finally. We have had no appreciable rain since March. It sprinkled a few times, we had one thunderstorm in August, one last week (which took out two of our kitchen light bulbs), and even the big maples in the yard were beginning to wilt. Rain yesterday, a good solid soaker. We need a week of this, and then another week, just to catch up.
Last week I noticed that frogs (not toads) were living in the woodpiles, because it's cool and damp. So I put out a huge heavy waiter's tray beside the woodpile, filled it with water, put a few sticks around it for verisimilitude, an old footstool on top for shade, and a bunch of hay and weedy things. Ten minutes, and I heard splashing. lol.
In the late evening, when it's nearly dark, I can once again hear whippoorwills, and early early in the morning. Far from here, maybe down near the stream at the end of the road. But definite and distinct. To a forest dweller, whippoorwills are the equivalent of loons to a lake dweller.