A cloudless blue sky hovers over Hideaway Pond this morning. No serious critter action yet. At least not of the mammalian persuasion. However, the bass have been leaping from their liquid lair since sunrise. Their prey must be very small. It’s invisible to me from my vantage point on the porch. The dragon flies, their annual nemeses, have yet to swarm in. The bass have no natural predators in the pond except their parents. Being cannibalistic, mom & dad consume many of their offspring as small bass children. Over zealous tough love, if you ask me. But bass will be bass. The grass carp are vegan and sterile *sob*. Boring company too, I imagine. So they’re not a threat. Thus the little guys must be leaping for either midges or for joy at their survival. I’ll guess the latter.
But I digress from the original purpose of this blog entry. It’s that time of year when our little sylvan secret is most fraught with critter activity. Proud parents move about showing off their new offspring and searching for food. Catching their digital images can be a challenge. Too distant, too fast, too active, too proud or busy to pose, etc. Or we happen to be closer to a sandwich than a camera. But sometimes things work. Attached are pictures of a young four point buck who dropped in last evening. He was gentlemanly enough to favor us with a few poses before moving on.
Ecco.
