It's not only the birds we come to see on Reifel Island; the full name is "Reifel Island Migratory Bird Sanctuary", but that's a mouthful that mentions only a small part of what is on offer. Because where birds thrive, the land rejoices. We dawdle along the paths, exclaiming over a flower, a line-up of turtles on a log, a wasps' nest, a field of yellow-brown grasses. Frogs plop! into the water (we're lucky if we see the ripples) or ribbit! somewhere in the reeds, seemingly at our feet but never seen. A shady lane is perfumed by a hawthorn tree in full bloom:
A low branch in a dark corner.
Bury your nose in this ...
but watch out for the wasps.
I've got a bulging folder full of photos of this Monday's visit that I must share. But not tonight; it's been a long day, and I'm off to bed. Goodnight!