Peter's in his circle of stumps setting the click beetle free. It's been a beautiful day, so I spent a good bit more of the day outside than I'd planned. (Peter's just brought me a larger stick than I would have thought he could get up the hill in order to show me the interesting potato-shaped fungus growing on it.)

Last night we watched a Jane Goodall DVD, Wild Chimpanzees. Elizabeth was very vocally resposive the chimp chatter, reproducing the sounds with uncanny accuracy. It would seem that infants are wired to speak chimp. I wonder if anyone's ever researched this.