I went for a morning hike at Buttercup yesterday - the first in several months. I've been paranoid about ticks, and it's been hot. But humid as it was, I needed a dose of the outdoors, and some solo time.
Sometimes I can't believe I am so lucky and blessed to live so close to this sanctuary. Even though you can hear the cars whizzing by on Route 82, until you get to a certain point on the trails, this place is a haven. The grasses are tall and filled with wild flowers; red winged blackbirds, mourning doves and countless others whose calls I don't yet know; the buzzing of bugs (infernal sweat bees!).
Yesterday was a feather day. After a few minutes of walking I came upon four white feathers - not sure what kind. Swan maybe. I don't know what other bird around here is white. And later on my way back down, two gorgeous turkey feathers.
I was paying too much attention to close up macros of wild flowers with my new camera, and missed the doe who I actually heard snorting behind me, and was probably very close until I saw her bounding away up the hill. And another one an hour or so later (Larry had called on my cell phone wanting to know if I was going to the grocery store!) walked right in front of me.
Pics uploading later in the week when Larry arrives in the city with my laptop - too much to carry on the train by myself this morning.
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