At the height of summer the reeds growing along the dikes that run through the old rice fields impede the view of the water. Turning them into lemonade, they are pretty with a few puffy clouds thrown in.
The light color and change in texture under an old branch over my path drew my attention to this wasp nest. I stopped to take a good look and saw no movement.
I liked the shape and layers and stopped directly under the nest for another look. Only when I developed the images did I see the wasps crawling on the exterior. If I had realized there were occupants I would have taken some additional closer images.
I’ve stopped to watch Black-bellied Whistling Ducks in this marshy area several times this summer. One day last week a few were quite close to the walk way and were less skittish than on previous visits.
Some of the chicks are nearly adult size but are still sticking close to a parent.
This one had been standing on the end of the of the walkway and decided to join the others…
…landing in the short greenery with the family group behind him.