I am sure I shall tire of the stilts soon.
However, yesterday began there again. And as for the previous day, my visit began with raucous alarm calls from a parent. It’s a fairly ordinary shot of the adult bird, but my attention was caught by the blue flowers in the background, bearing in mind that this is a salt marsh environment. Various friends on the Internet were able to identify it as Mimulus repens, or New Zealand musk.
Anyway, not only was there a sturdy chick from the pre-Christmas brood, but there were also four more much younger chicks, which I guess to be under a week old.
As I walked along the Grays Road side of the pond I saw this flower which seems to have the form of a dandelion, but the plant itself is much bigger and more akin to a thistle, so perhaps any botanists out there can enlighten me. Look at those prickles.
In the evening, Mary and I went to the Botanical gardens. Our intention was to visit the art works in the form of various illuminations. Unfortunately, our visit coincided with one of the “Summer in the City” concerts apparently called “Indie pop” (whatever that is). No parking nearby, far too many people in the park, and some loud, and to my ears unmelodious music. The crowd seemed to enjoy it so we wandered off around the various tracks, looking at the illuminations and reaching the areas up near the Met Office.
The various exhibits consisted of whimsical displays of light tucked into the many nooks and crannies of the gardens.
Some of the illuminations were very clever, but the shot I preferred most was of a bed of poppies, well past its best, but still vivid against the dying light.