I realized that I hadn't posted much about walking the ditch this summer. There's a reason for it -- I haven't been going as often as sometimes and when I do, I've missed Harry almost every time. I only saw him once in the early spring, though other ditch walkers say they have seen him often. Must be the timing. I think I need to park myself on this bench and wait till he shows!
But I have had some lovely sightings this year! Take these deer for instance. I rarely see deer there, only once before (though again, ditch walkers tell me it's a fairly common sight.)
I loved their quiet, gentle grazing -- and the sweetness of the young fawn.
I was pretty far away, but I'm loving my new camera (not so new anymore!) and sweet zoom!
Nonetheless, he remained tremendously alert!
Of course there are the ducks -- Laverne is back, eager to pose!
And so are her fellow quackers!
...and beautiful views. One can gaze at the Monet-like lily pads.
Or, look at a wooded area where nesting boxes are placed on some of the trees.
And the woods evoke peace and quiet.
Peace and quiet. Clearly this ditch dweller found the spot a peaceful place to write in his journal. When I spoke with him, he said he comes nearly every day.
I don't blame him.
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