WK%S coaches and caboose parked on the south end of the main line seemed a bit unusual when I arrived Saturday afternoon to look for butterflies in the field next to the siding where they usually sit. The butterfly business was a flop that day, hardly anything remained in bloom except Queen Anne's Lace and that only attracts less photogenic insects. I got two fair images of an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail female and som fuzzy, poorly-lit picture of a fritillary, probably Meadow Fritillary, but I can't be sure. And, as I was leaving the village of Kempton, I got a fair shot of a female American Goldfinch. But the railroad activity caught most of my attention.