As always happens, there were plenty of neat things on the trail to keep me happy. I saw a bunch of Gulf Fritillary chrysalides. Several were empty, several were developing, and one had started to crack open. If I'd stuck around for a few hours I may have been able to watch the butterfly emerge. But I kept moving.
|Gulf Fritillary Chrysalis just cracking open|
|Dung Beetles Packing|
|Rolling the Dung Ball|
|Settling into Place. The Beetle is in the sand under the dung ball, digging furiously.|