Today was the day of the birds...but the first one to greet me this morning was this dragonfly. Totally and wholly at rest on this plant. I even adjusted the pot a wee bit but it gave no indication that it knew about another creature's presence!!
The day was hot but by afternoon there were clouds that bore the promise of rain..... Carpenter bees live in this bamboo. As I passed this way I saw this sight. Usually, they go in very fast but this is a smaller bee or wasp being dragged down! The water rail is an elusive one and difficult to photograph. These birds come only when no one's around. The moment they see me they fly their short distances and disappear in the marsh. But they forage here every day and their squawk is something I've gotten used to. Here's another shot. It might be a little difficult to locate the bird. Ever since the rains started, I've often seen the pond herons in flight. They look absolutely white because of their wings. But that's only in flight. At rest, they're a light shade of brown. This is only the second time I've seen a heron on my coconut tree. Looking up Wikipedia, I found out that in warm countries, they dwell in wetlands. Pond herons nest in small colonies often with other wading birds. They feed on insects, fish and amphibians.
Couldn't get a clearer picture. The moment it sensed my presence it flew away to a neighbour's mango tree! Without any ripening fruit in any of my trees, I did wonder whether the birds would come. But seeing them happily twittering and chirping on the wire and the trees I now know that they'll always come. And that, in itself, is heartening!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau