Category: urban wildlife

An osprey, also a symbol…

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

Emily Dickinson

August starts at the park…

These are Maximilian sunflowers and they are wonderful!

There’s a whole lotta love going on here. I wonder if any of them ever got married?

Does this tree make me look fat?

All romping and cavorting must stop for the sake of a fine stick.

Central Park’s lake, looking good for August. It’s a man-made lake, but the water level is natural. I’ve seen it dried-up some summers.

Taking a wee “hike” over to where we thought we saw an osprey perched in a tree.

Sure enough!

A tired Jo is a good Jo.