The drought had returned to the Creek, reducing it to zero flow and the Pond to a shallowed bit of soup with new gravel bars. But September 9 brought back the current.
Before the rains, we sat one early morning mid-way up the Pond's west bank and watched these two beavers eating, swimming, scratching themselves, and finally retreating into their mudbank home.
And while we were watching the beavers, this juvenile black-crowned night-heron flew across the Pond and landed here.
Here's the shrunken Pond and the exposed gravel bars.
And September 13, with morning light and flow restored to the Creek.
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| Stickleaf (Mentzelia) |
Most of the images here were found in the Stonefield the morning of September 13. This one has a watercolor feel to it that makes me want to throw away the paints and just sit in front of this sesbania. Really close.
The Stonefield is growing over with the Living. Part of me is tempted to take a propane-flamed pear-burner to it and reduce the field once again to white limestones. No need to prove once again how much I hate nature, though.
And this one just about epitomizes Texas September and its hint of fall that no self-respecting northerner would ever confuse for a changing of the seasons.
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| Seeds of the Little Walnut |
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| Lindheimer's Senna |
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