I spent more time than anticipated in the wetlands yesterday, coming home so tired that I had it not in me to write. Napped instead. So today it’s going to be a lot of pictures. Nothing I could say would beat the sweetness of those images in any case.

It was a day with intermittent strong showers, the world was wet.

Lots of songbirds, ospreys flying, red-winged blackbird singing their hearts out. Deer unperturbed.

Since it was an unplanned hike, I had only the small camera that is always in my pocket. What serendipity, then, that the freshly hatched goslings and their retinue crossed the path and into the water right next to the bird blind. I could photograph them from as close as one can possibly get to the edge of the water.

Some grazing on the shore

Mama watching, and off they went again.

While the geese were out already, the swallows were tending to their nests, busily populating the bird houses, bringing what’s needed for their upcoming broods.

In between they were just hanging out and grooming.

One still solitary;

Probably not for long.

I left when finally drenched. He didn’t care.

And these dancers would have fit into the landscape perfectly.