Hot and fecund summer comes at you and doesn’t let up. My camera bursts with photos after a walk, an exploration, an adventure. Time barrels along, even though the humidity seems to want to slow it down. These are all from a trip three weeks ago to Marine Park on Brooklyn’s southern edge.
A nice little example of the Spartina alterniflora and Geukensia demissa relationship.
This dense wet muck soil would be anoxic without the fiddler crabs burrowing into it. They’re the third leg (claw?) of the salt marsh’s grass/mussel/crab trifecta.
But be careful, little crabs, the Great Egret stalks at low tide.
Even murkier, a Yellow-crowned Heron does the same.
It’s also time for shorebirds to start thinking/feeling about heading south. This yellowlegs was grooming and resting. Greater, methinks, not Lesser.
Overhead, fledgling Barn Swallows were being fed in mid-air. A half dozen take a break; there’s also a Tree Swallow at the top.
The caterpillar here is probably destined for the next generation of Red-winged Blackbirds.
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The post-truth reactionary regime is already going strong: half the states are lying about abortion.
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