Last evening, between dinner and sunset, we took a walk around Lowe Pond. There were hikers and bikers, enjoying the trails, but we concentrated mostly on the pond area, and spent almost three hours checking out the birds and wildlife in the area.

We saw mockingbirds at every turn.

There were berries by the path, and I spotted the bushes out of the corner of my eye. I used to pick baskets full of these when we stayed at the cottage in the summer. I had to restrain myself to only pick a handful last night.

We heard a rustling in the bushes, and this little chipmunk was scurrying up to get a mouthful of his own berries. He perched there at eye level, watching us, as we watched him.

We kept seeing this bird, or maybe he had brothers. It took many photos and angles before we dared to guess that it might be a juvenile male rose-breasted grosbeak.

The sky was ever changeable during our three hour stay, and it became cool as the sun went down.    We again made a commitment to, sometime, make it all the way down the side trail into Big Flats. There is always just too much to see.