Notes and changes since last report:
- It was clear, 75°, with low humidity and light breezes at 2:00 PM on September 12, 2012.
- The sun was warm, the shade was cool, and the air was deliciously fragrant.
- Birds and butterflies were few today.
- It was a day to relax and take in the bigger views - the landscape.
- If there weren't many butterflies today, there were still bugs.
- The beak, which was just licking - not piercing - and the style of wings identify this as a true bug.
- In the back Old Hayfield, something was a little smaller and silvery compared to the cabbage whites: a spring azure.
- Something else darted by: a painted lady. OK, we have a little variety today: it had been little more than cabbages and sulphurs to far.
- In the Old Pasture, several American coppers let me get several angles of view.
- I lingered to enjoy the views of the Wappinger Creek looking down stream...
- and upstream...
- from the area with the little foot bridge and feeder stream.
- Farther down stream, I surveyed my handiwork with the weed whacker late last week. I didn't eradicate the Japanese stilt grass, but I certainly slowed it down. Let's see if this comes back.
- As I passed along the ridge of the Cary Pines Trail, a perfectly illuminated spider web caught my eye. The spider had been plucking it like an instrument but ran up to its lair.
- At the Fern Glen, a painted turtle was basking in the last rays of the day.
- Gifford House was basking at the edge of the Little Bluestem Meadow as I emerged from the Old Gravel Pit.
- And I enjoyed the warm, piney air wafting by as I passed in and out of sun and shade along the Scotch Pine Alleé on my way to my ride home.