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Back To Boyd Again


I couldn't resist another stop at Boyd Hill Nature Preserve for another walk around before the summer heat returns.  It is about the best three buck admission there is.  Quiet, isolated and usually free of people, this is a superb way to spend 2 or three hours.  



A full throated greeting from a gecko to get the walk off on good footing.


Mysterious trails leading to where?


Like a forest, only warmer.  And yes, I try my hand at butterfly pics, which are almost impossible to get while they are flitting about.


Walkways keep you from gators hiding in the creeks.


Lots of spider webs this trip.


This tree is covered with them.



I didn't see any big spiders but if you looked close you could see babies crawling around.


Some sort of bud.  



My photographic skills sucked with this woodpecker.  I took several pics but they were all sort of grainy and blurry.  



They had a controlled burn-off recently and I wondered how they protected the wildlife.  



Monster tree.  


A fern still unwrapping.


Straight ahead...


Or back where you came from?



New leaf breaking out.


Very scenic place.  Boyd is wondrous.


A hollow log, and you just know some critter has a made their home in it.  


Water Lily.



A little gator.



You just know Mom's around somewhere.


Big honking fish.  (Anyone can catch a big fish...)


A dragon fly that stayed on the twig long enough for me to take its picture.

Come back for more from Boyd on Wednesday.

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