An enormous, armored beast with powerful jaws is on the hunt, and I’m thankful not to be on the menu.

It’s a snapping turtle; probably the one I glimpsed on an earlier visit. It’s hard to imagine anything else on or in the pond that could pose a threat to this tank of an animal; which makes it the apex predator, I suppose.



Today, the landscape has a tinge of gold, embellished by the low-angle sun.



Reflections on the water hint at the carnival of color yet to come.



As I walk along the Beaver Pond Trail, I spot several cardinals and a thrush.



Later, I come upon the pond’s resident Great Blue Heron, who can be see here almost any summer day and even in winter.  After many encounters, it seems right to give him a name.  I decide to call him Solo, for his solitary lifestyle.



Hearing the shutter clicks of my camera, the heron turns to look at me. He probably thinks that’s a sound I make.  Unfazed by my presence, he returns to fishing, but first gives me one  marvelous pose.


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