Two large teenage boys stroll through my back yard. Grrrr. I follow and find them at the edge of the pond looking at the recently arrived Mute Swan. Admirers of it’s beauty? No. One throws a small stick. I appear unexpectedly and now their backs are to the water. “All Swans, wherever they are belong… Read More get off my lawn
It is the end of summer and the last caterpillars are launching. This one hangs in the ‘j’ posture from a silken anchor in the final step before beginning to transform. It hangs from a Passiflora suberosa, the Corkystem Passionflower, where it grew.
A small plant worth noticing.
Feral, in my neighborhood. I visit him on the weekend.
Black Bellied whistling ducks and a couple of Fulvous too (lower right).
Monstera deliciosa, Anderson park, Tarpon Springs.