The marshy plot of land near our house is home to quite a few species of wildlife. I've seen many a mongoose dart into all that green growth at the sight of people or the sound of voices. In the rainy season it fills up with water and fish abound. The croaking of frogs, the cries of the water-rail are just some of the sounds that remind me we're still lucky to be able to hear and to be able to listen to such sounds. (Please click on the pictures for a better view)
Yesterday, early in the morning, I noticed this egret stalking prey. The water level has gone down so it was walking about at a leisurely pace, intent on getting its food. It paid no attention to me as I took several shots. It kept on moving about, most of the time with its gaze downwards.
I couldn't wait to see whether it was successful.... early in the morning, kids about to leave...chores lined up...! But I'm glad I took these shots. Birds usually take off as soon as they sense people nearby. Maybe the egret's need for food was greater than the urge to fly away from a curious human!
My most recent visitor is a coffee-coloured skipper. I've attempted to get a clear picture several times but it hates being photographed! I had to exercise a lot of Stealth to get this shot. With the wings spread out you can see a flash of the colour purple!
Ah, isn't someone getting used to the flashbulbs?!
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