Even though it doesn't feel like summer here in New England yet this year, the cattails have grown tall at Great Meadow, and the marsh wrens are safe from view aside from occasional glimpses through the reeds. The wildflowers and berries are bursting after all the rain, and the water snakes are everywhere. I imagine that this is a happy summer for them.
Todd spent some time with a mouse today who worked very hard to nibble off a flower stalk to bring back to his home. He even leapt up and swung on it to make the final snap of the stem, then rushed off through the thicket, glancing back at Todd as if to say, "No way, buddy. This is mine." I, meanwhile, spent some time with a family of ducks who seemed content to let me stay beside them on the water's edge as long as I kept quiet and let them preen in peace before their afternoon nap. Lucky me.