Are there two spider seasons, one in the fall and one in the spring? Because here in the hills we're suddenly wrapped in spider silk, sticky and stretchy with that audible snap that means you've walked through a web and carried off a long night's work, if not a few mummified meals or (eek) the spider herself.

In other news, the coyote mom who showed up wounded last week was sunning herself here this morning and she looks well.