Turning away from a wading bird feeding frenzy to a peaceful end of day scene:


Bouncing gently on a grass frond this Common Buckeye seemed quite content to stay put.

This bit of tall grass was within a mowed area that I was able to walk around the other side and still he didn’t move.

I haven’t seen many butterflies this summer and it was nice to watch this one for several minutes.

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.

Tricolored Herons were dotted all around a small pond last week at Bear Island WMA.

Most of them were sticking to the edges of the water, but these three were interested in hanging out in a group of bushes and kept swapping spots.

The one on the left had briefly flown off and returned with his pals intently watching his landing.

The marsh grasses have taken on a variety of hues as the summer progresses, perhaps those greens looking a bit fake.

It was a lazy summer afternoon and a few rather large bees buzzed around a group of Trumpet Vine trumpets. They enter the blossoms head first…

… then awkwardly back out.

Lift off to the next flower.

This one appeared to pause for a moment on the flower ruffle.

Pollen sacks loaded but they kept working, this time with a sideways maneuver into the blossom.

A saw a wide range of colorful blooms in a walk around Magnolia Gardens last week.
A single Morning Glory blossom had opened for the sun pushing a strand of spider web.

The Black-eyed Susans were looking a bit bedraggled from the previous afternoon’s pounding rain.

Texas Star Hibiscus shouts out for attention wherever it blooms.

This stem of delicate orange blossoms in the shade hadn’t quite dried off. I haven’t noticed it before but sure will look again when I return.
