And here’s the way I think I saw the flower but was unable to capture with my expensive digital camera.
Of course, neither of these pictures quite captures the way I felt when I suddenly discovered tough-leaved-irises many years ago while hiking a familiar trail on the Columbia Gorge, which might, in turn, explain why I somehow thought that these common-everyday Feral Pigeons must be Banded Pigeons or Mourning Doves, not feral pigeons, when I first spotted them at Belfair:
We’ve had a week or so of wet, cloudy weather. So as soon as I looked out the window this morning I knew I was going for a long walk. I’m glad I did because the latest forecast predicts rain the rest of the week. It was so warm and clear today I didn’t even bother to carry a jacket.
Apparently mating season is over and nesting season has begun for the Redwing Blackbirds because instead of lone males singing from every cattail there were pairs trying to drive away intruders, apparently including myself as several birds tried to distract me, while others preferred to dive bomb me as I walked by.
While it’s not unusual to see deer at Belfair, I’ve never seen a buck before. Still, as I walked up the river bank to see if the kingfishers were on their usual branch, I was confronted by this pair:
All in all, it was a delightful day, capped by finally getting a decent picture of the Red-Breasted Sapsucker that’s eluded me since they tend to forage in the deepest shade, obscured by branches: