Broad Meadow Brook, Worcester, Massachusetts
Dragonflies animate in sparkling flutter.
Looks like the work of a beaver.
The trunks of dead trees are the posts for herons to land on and observe.
Not much water.
Enough for the swan to paddle, plucking out duckweeds.
Other than that,
grasses, leaves and flowers. The colorful hideouts.
Red-winged blackbirds sing their songs...
Daniel Webster Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
The meadows where Bobolinks come each spring to raise their families.
While other birds find their ways through flowering thickets.
A deer sees us and takes off. How graceful !!
The Indians and Colonists had lived off of this piece of land for a long time.
The place where a river comes to meet with the Ocean.
High tides used to push the river back, making some parts unsuitable for farming.
So, in 1872, the farmers pressed for the project to build a dike to prevent the Ocean moving inland.
And this was the dawn of these meadows.
Born out of human willpower, they have become living homes of all those who need them for survival.
Bobolinks send their thanks...
