Aaaah. We had an amazing trip, and I’m thrilled to have had the opportunity to experience such wonderful places, but it also feels really good to be back in Estabrook. I like what you’ve done with the place while I was gone.
Frogs are signing on the pond and on the river.
The ebony jewelwings are back.
One of the beaver swam by to say hi.
A fresh batch of mallard ducklings are exploring the river in Mom’s wake.
The downy woodpeckers from a couple of weeks ago are still raising their chicks.
A rabbit was out munching on the clover in the sun before it got hot.
A pair of killdeer were especially noisy on the river at the north end.
A monarch was out and looking for just the right perch, and it took her several tries before she opted for the fresh red clover (Trifolium pratense) this morning. (If he’s a he, not that it really matters I guess, he’s did a good job of hiding his identifying spot on his hind wings.)
Speaking of clover, there are a few new blossoms open in the park. Here’s some fleabane, which has been up for a couple of weeks, but not very photogenic until now.
Wild rose, maybe prickly wild rose (Rosa acicularis), prairie rose (Rosa arkansana), Virginia rose (Rosa virginiana), or Wood’s rose (Rosa woodsii), growing right at the end of the board walk below the beer garden.
Finally, a new warbler to us, a mourning warbler (Geothlypis philadelphia), was serenading the soccer fields this morning with all his might.
We’re in his breeding range, so maybe he’ll stick around for the summer. We can hope, right?