Wolves Wild

Clump of mushrooms growing right at the edge of a canal – species not identified.

Taken at the same time as the pictures in the previous two posts, here is the lone heron visible on the island in the other half of the lake, standing in splendid isolation. It was also on the southern shore where it would catch the sun.

Closer views of the three herons featured in the previous post. One was standing as if asleep, but occasionally moving its head as it checked nothing was happening. The one in the middle was preening energetically, and the third was half-hidden in the greenery.

A sunny noon at the end of last month. Three herons on the edge of West Park’s boating lake island, all on the southern shore where they were catching the sun.

Although they were only a few yards from each other, they were all carefully standing so that none of them could see the other two birds.

A group of four little grebes, swimming rapidly up the canal. They were diving frequently for fish, and eating them without slowing down.

The bird in front was the largest of the four. It was still in summer plumage, and seemed to be calling frequently to the rest of the group.

Snowy waxcaps, timy pure white mushrooms so small that they were barely peeping above the moss they were growing through.