We had an unexpected shower this morning, but it shouldn't hurt our hay, which hasn't cured yet because of high humidity and damp ground.
I haven't found any great arrowheads this year, only pieces of flint left behind from their manufacture. You can see the marks the Native Americans made on some of them. . Because this river bluff on which we live is wind-blown soil, there are no rocks here naturally: If you see a rock, somebody brought it here.
When you look for arrowheads, you notice tiny things you wouldn't ordinarily see, so I took the camera along to hone my close-up skills. Flint has a waxy look about it, so you know immediately it isn't a plain old piece of rock. Certain leaves look like flint from a distance, so you're always bending down to have a closer look.
I tried my best to get a picture of a bumblebee collecting necter from a cocklebur flower, but he kept moving on to the next one just about the time I'd get focused; a couple of times I thought he was coming to get me, and moved away fast! Cliff drove by on the tractor and laughed to see me with my butt in the air, head near the ground, trying to take a picture of a bug. That one didn't turn out, by the way. But Cliff got his laugh, so it wasn't wasted effort.