Back when we lived in Vermont, hot air balloons flying over the house and even landing in our field, were a fairly regular event for us due to our proximity to the tiny Post Mills airport. But they are rare here in Sheridan, or have been. I’ve heard this guy outside the house a few times lately and caught a glimpse or two. But Labor Day morning, we had a good view as it floated in low and slow to a landing across the gulch from us.
The wind was so strong the last time I rode my bike to work that I came down the hill on the Holly Ponds pathway, which is the most sheltered of my options. As I came across the bridge right behind the hospital, I dodged a decent-sized pebble on the pathway, then another. Then I realized the pebbles were moving!
Baby turtles, snappers I think, were working their way down the pathway towards the ponds, making pretty good time on their stubby little legs. If you look carefully, you should be able to spot five of the six in the photo below. The closeup is of #6 who was trailing far behind the others and looking a bit weary.
The flower beds in Kendrick Park are reaching their peak and make the morning bike ride even more of a pleasure.
Even in the flat light of a high overcast, this little guy and his playground strike a cheerful note.
Yesterday afternoon a dreary slide from grey drizzle to hard cold rain to mixed precip. This morning glorious Western spring sunshine with snow in the foothills and a waning moon above.
A few days ago, I was biking to work through Kendrick Park and found our town buffalo all lined up as if for a family portrait. So, I obliged them. They have many acres in which to wander and are rarely found all together like this down by the red barn.