We had an overnight guest and a train set that needed assembling, so I gave the park a rest this morning. Luckily, yesterday was so chock full that I’ve still got some pictures to show you.
I didn’t see the young buck, and maybe I was just looking the other way when he snuck across the road, but this looks like the doe that we’ve seen with him.
There are a lot of recent fledglings among the morning foragers, and many continue to beg their parents for treats, but here’s a young robin, still sporting its baby spots, who managed to catch itself something for breakfast. “Good job, Kiddo!”
A great blue heron was on break above the falls, and here it is scratching an itch.
Ah, that feels better.
Here’s another result from my quest for butterflies, and this one appears to be a least (but not last!) skipper (Ancyloxypha numitor).
The water lilies are beginning to open on the river,…
and I asked this bullfrog if it didn’t want to get off that nasty ol’ rock and swim out to a nice, cushy lily pad by that pretty blossom to make a better picture, and it just said, “croak.” Kinda rude, if you ask me.
So back to the butterflies, and here’s everyone’s favorite, the cabbage white.
Finally, I haven’t found a park beer in a while, but someone did leave me a park soda below the falls, and it made a nice bootleg brandy old fashioned, so thanks for that!
Signs of Life in Estabrook Park 