Field and Fen and Preserve

On what might just be a final great warm day this year (thirty degree drop before tomorrow), I walked on the Preserve, watching yellowrump warblers in a feeding frenzy on berries, and being watched by a herd of deer in the distance, in the beechwood.  They stopped, watched me watching them, decided I was no threat and eventually strolled on.  Then I noticed great shadows on a beech tree.

Coots on the lake bobbing up and down like toys, turkey vultures soaring around the sky on the updrafts, a little woollybear caterpillar all tricked out in a polar coat, maybe he knows something we don't, scooting at a terrific rate across the trail. 

Milkweed pods bursting and releasing their silk parachutes into the air.

Home for a cup of tea, a helping of raspberry filled chocolate square, and some stitching, another secret gift...this is slow work, nobody to hold her breath here!