Well, the rain seems finally to be taking a break, but it’s still cool and dreary out. Baby steps, right?
I was out earlier than usual and saw no deer nor anyone on the pond, but the river was pretty busy. One blue heron and one sandpiper were there along with a couple dozen Canada geese and maybe a dozen mallards, but we’ve seen them all before, so I’ll spare you the blurry pictures.
The beaver still appear to be stalled, and the mudflats were surprising empty. The orb-weaver is still there but tucked up in some leaves at the edge of its web.
Pretty much the only thing I’ve got to show for walking up one side of the park and down the other is this picture of some pretty asters coming into bloom amongst some brown-eyed susans starting to fade.
Better luck next time, I guess, eh? Maybe the beaver will get back to work, a Cooper’s hawk will finally catch some breakfast, or the mystery in the river will reveal itself. Fingers crossed.