Unsuccessful on that one, so still looking.
The sun was casting a warm golden glow on the water as I made my way round the lake, and this small group of Mallards was too good an opportunity to let go.
I usually follow the same route, anticlockwise, but for some reason I went the other way for a change. It gave me the golden light briefly, but the strength in the sun wasn’t enough to coax the dragons from their slumber in their usual haunts. Another time for those then.
I did manage a fleeting glimpse of a Common Sandpiper, before I startled him into flight across to the other side of the lake. No pictures unfortunately; a shame, because they don’t usually hang about this late in the year, and it’s the first I’ve seen at this lake.
The long grass has now been cut, and with it, the remaining wild flowers that graced it a few weeks ago. And of course the butterflies have moved on elsewhere too. This was not looking too good for picture opportunities, but at least the sun was rapidly warming in the blue sky. A party of Long Tailed Tits were noisily chasing each other through the trees, and I managed a couple of disappointing shots.
This row of trees a week ago, were just starting to get their golden cloaks from the closet; now they were wearing them proudly for all to see. I suspect in a few more weeks they’ll be dumped on the floor around them, and their branches silhouetting against the skyline.
The rose hips were growing larger,
And up ahead; the man I’d come to see.
Was this really the same Heron, which dragged his leg in flight, and couldn’t stand upright on both? As if in answer to my question, he briefly raised it,