A small but vocal frog thinks he's well hidden in the shallow shoreline of the pond. Think again, little croaker.
Not too far away this 12-Spotted skimmer lights briefly upon a blade of tall grass.
Another winged beauty poses for us on an upper cedar branch.
Not even attempting to hide, the spider has woven a splendid web overnight.
Almost every day this summer, a Painted turtle basks in the sunlight of my local pond.
A hungry chipmunk greedily fills its cheeks from a pet food bowl which was left on a front deck.
That loud cry you hear is that of the Blue jay - snapped through a pane of glass. He eagerly awaits the peanuts which are left for the squirrels. He's often the first on the scene, forcing the bushy-tailed cuties to find something else...
Like apples. It's a good thing our park is filled with apple trees.
On our way home, a last glimpse of the pond. A Dad and his young son have stopped to chat with the ducks.Thanks for joining me on my walk around the park. The company, as usual, was just grand.
This was a scheduled post. If all goes according to plans, we're probably back up at the cottage for a few days. I'll be around to read comments and catch up with your blog posts shortly after I return.
