While I was taking photos of the birdwatchers (see yesterday's post), Len was really watching the hawks and taking pictures with his much better-equipped camera.
I loved the lotus. I'm fascinated by the elaborate mechanism that makes the mud roll off of them, not long ago explained by science but of course observed for thousands of years. Their purity makes them a symbol in Buddhist tradition. A heron turned out to be hiding among the lotus blossoms and seed pods.