Five-legged Walkingstick, home

It was a little less warm today, but it stayed clear—a perfect day to hike somewhere natural in search of, well, whatever was in the neighborhood. However, instead of giving into temptation, I gave in to the pleasures of getting yet more things off the task list, as well as tackling the requisite long, speedy, do-not-stop walk on my cardiac handlers' to-do list. All of this is supposed to make me feel better, so I guess I must be feeling just great. Towards twilight, my virtue was at least semi-rewarded, when I spotted yet another Walkingstick. It's been a good year for sightings of Diapheromera femorata, the Northern Walkingstick and the most common species of phasmid in our area. Some years, I won't spot any; in 2020, so far, I've seen at least a half-dozen of the remarkably cryptic twig and branch mimics. This one's clearly had some difficulties with life. The loss of a leg notwithstanding, the insect is still mobile.