It’s not raining, here in CT, so it’s a perfectly fine day for a Labor Day picnic, but the clouds have rolled in, so I certainly wouldn’t call it gorgeous either. On top of that, relatives are starting to head home after the big family celebration, and I’ve already made a sunrise airport run, so one could say that I wasn’t feeling very inspired today. I did need the steps, however, so I went out for a walk after lunch, and this was my reward.
In case you don’t recognize it in that roughed-up state, that’s an eastern tiger swallowtail on one of my sister’s sunflowers, and I have only blind luck to thank for the lighting and background.
Now that we’re all here, I might as well show you a couple more pictures from the last few days, and you’ll recognize this first one as the youngish great blue heron from the railing, but now up to its waist in the water.
Here’s one last look at one of the green herons we’ve been seeing on the pond at the other end of the canal trail.
Back to today, as I was walking past my sister’s flower garden after spotting the swallowtail in her vegetable garden, I found this beauty on her lantana, which got her all excited.
That’s my first American lady butterfly out here, as far as I know, and it was mostly keeping its wings closed, but not completely.
Finally, Anne and I are heading home to Wisconsin tomorrow, so I expect this will be my last post from CT for a while. Thanks for coming along.
Signs of Life in Estabrook Park 