It was dark until 7am, and then, as if someone flipped a switch, it became light out, so here we go. It’s a short one, though, because the front edge of a thunderstorm started dripping on us by 9am already.
The pond was chock full of wood ducks, I counted 18, and they were all excited about something. There was a lot of calling, little groups forming, and swimming around. It was fun to watch, and here are a couple of the prettier pictures.
Then I hiked over to the river, and the treat at the north end was another red-tailed hawk.
It kept swooping from tree to tree, and I eventually lost sight of it, so I turned my attention to the other birds. Here’s a yellow-rumped warbler in a willow tree over the river.
And a killdeer on the water.
The bumblebee on the purple coneflower was still there and now has a friend.
Then a bunch of crows on the far shore all started calling, and I had a hunch what that meant. Sure enough, after a bit, the hawk finally relented took off for another perch with a couple of crows in hot pursuit. There was nowhere near enough light to capture that action, but this one image, where the hawk is slowing down to land, at least gives an impression of the scene.
By then, I could hear rumbles of thunder, so I high-tailed it back home, but this little cutie was worth a quick pause.
And that, typos and all, is all I’ve got time for this morning. Let’s all hope for better weather and more light tomorrow.