Last week I decided to play hooky for a day (well, ok, I used some PTO, so it was legit) and make a Long overdue trip up to Croft State Park. I really missed being able to do that during the pandemic. In fact, it was so special of an occasion (first time back since the pandemic, first time in the summer, …) I didn’t take many pictures. But I did get some, and here’s the pick of the litter.

These ducks were hanging out on the Fairforest Creek doing some of that “airframe maintenance”:

and weren’t bothered by the bridge being out just upstream. This bridge washed out during a period of heavy rains way back before the pandemic.

It was a pretty substantial bridge. I can only imagine the force involved in ripping it out.

Flowers were blooming here and there throughout the forest:

This looks like one of those little predator-prey relationships. I can make a pretty good guess which is which:

From the moment I first went past the entrance gate, I’ve felt that Croft State Park was somehow different. special, and just a great place to be a bird. Sing it from the treetops!