After an unusually cold and wet spring, summer arrived on the tail of a series of vicious storms that downed trees and knocked out power across our area. The heat began to build on Saturday and by today those spending Memorial Day outdoors were greeted with a heavy morning ground fog giving way to bright blue skies and +90 deg temps by afternoon. This doe seems to be taking it all in stride as she watches other deer drift into the meadow.
This is the season of newborn fawns. I have yet to observe a newborn this season but one look at the udder and thin flanks of this doe tells me that some fawns are about.
Wednesday evening the 25th I experienced my last encounter with the red-breasted mergansers who seemed reluctant to continue their migration to the summer breeding grounds. I happened upon them just as the sun was caressing the western horizon. I love the pose and the lighting, a fitting last photo. I looked for them Friday and today without success. No doubt they have headed out on the last leg of their journey as the seasons change calling them northward to continue their part in the never ending cycle of the season and of life itself.