Spring has worn on, the early chirps of the spring peepers have turned into the incessant din of all God's creatures vying for attention. Hold on, I misspoke, we still have the cicada's to look forward to.
In any case, the primary reason I've been so terribly remiss is my involvement in a local theater (or theatre) production of a children's play, which has consumed a not insignificant amount of time. And the remainder of the time, I've either been fishing, asleep, at work, or eating, trying to satisfy a whacked out version of Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
But what do you care? You're here to see pictures of nature subdued, of fish suspended in midair by their mouths. And I don't disappoint!
Of note lately are the swallows:
I don't know whether they are barn swallows or tree swallows; I've seen some sitting in trees but maybe if there was a barn at the waters edge they'd preferentially sit on that, so I wouldn't say that my identification is definite.
But I've been catching a few fish, although it's been slow. Caught 2 crappies on yellow curly tail, retrieved slow this past Sunday:
