Sunday Stroll

There is no finer tonic for body and mind than a good old stroll in the early morning. At this time of year the grass is still flat and conceals very little in the way of tripping hazards. Bird songs often identify the singers before they are even (or ever) spotted. Nuisance insects like mosquitoes and black flies have not yet become irritations. The earth smells deliciously fresh and loamy and surprises are anticipated with each step. Walk on! 

This drainage ditch on the south side of our bush lot is a summer hangout for deer.

Muskrat excavations dot these banks. Careful foot placement advised.

Ducks circle overhead and quack their annoyance at my intrusion.

My honey bees will be pleased that the maple tree buds are open for business.

Last summer's Baltimore Oriole nest has withstood the winter gales.

The water level is low for this time of year. We need rain.

This male Northern Flicker was a bonus sighting.