Near the gate, after we run the gauntlet of absolutely starving (to hear them tell it) mallards, we come to a clearing overlooking the lagoons to the east. Just below the fence, a school of carp are usually milling about, waiting for seeds, just like the mallards. I love to feed them, watching them slide over and under each other, in a slithery, complicated dance.
|Most of these carp are about 2 feet long.|
|4 fish here, and swirling water.|
Most of the birds were lazing about, waiting for Saturday, but the insects don't have that luxury. They were all busy, busy, busy.
|Cross spider, Araneus diadematus, in the center of her web. Every bush and clump of tall grass had several of these, all fat, quite a few with their latest catch.|
|Big blue-eyed darner, pausing to catch his breath. Not for long.|
|Syrphid (hover) fly on asters.|
|Goldenrod and brown water. With a spider's anchor line.|
|The same goldenrod with a pair of yellow and black look-alikes; a small, long-legged wasp, with a yellow face and yellow striped abdomen,and a hover fly, with its striped vest.|
|Luckily, this huge wasp nest (10 to 12 inches high) has been abandoned; it is only a couple of feet off the path, and at head height. Usually, they are built higher up in the trees.|
We had ostensibly come to see birds.
|Sky, branch and mallard reflected in a still pond.|
|Semicircle of one-legged peeps.|
|Just a late-summer path.|