...well, volunteering three days...

Sitting down in the back yard after a day surveying the site.

Off the nest and by the lakeside with three or four cygnets!

NO!!! It's not one of the Park Crows - but it is a murder of crows.

A Dryad's Saddle, we think.

The peace of the reservoir's northern shores.

The baby cat sleeps with utter abandon, secure in the presence of Buji and me.

In the photo, there's a fallen tree and the WT beavers stacked logs around it to make a place for insects to live. The sun had come out...

A lake the size of your hand.

I did say I couldn't get close.

Wilson's Pits

...after a day of toil.