But a very pleasant day for a walk. A sampling of the morning.
Ducks in the impoundment were all dabblers. The numbers were modest, but a few were fairly close to the pond edges.
Autumn Meadowhawks were flying all along the trails. They are so small that often they seem like a figment of the imagination, especially the females whose orange-brown color camouflages them among the brown and yellow leaves. The occasional male perched for me, and a pair flew locked in the copulatory circle.
|Autumn Meadowhawk (male)|
|Autumn Meadowhawk (male and female)|
Only a few butterflies were still about. This Eastern Comma was a particular treat.