Last Friday I attended a meeting of TRNWR Volunteer Naturalists to review the education program we support. After the meeting I walked the 3-mile perimeter of the refuge. It’s a dry, quiet time of year. But I snapped some pictures anyway.
The flag flew in a moderate breeze in front to the Wildlife Center and US Fish and Wildlife office, framed by the massive branches of an oak that’s gotta be 300 years old.
The wetland basins are dry now, and the water diversion ditch is drawn way down.
But you can always count on a Great Blue Heron to be stalking a meal.
The Armenian Blackberries (aka, Himalayan Blackberries) are ripe. I picked and ate a few, but evidently they didn’t agree with all consumers.
Most plants have gone to seed and dried-out.
The Tualatin River lazily flows by almost glassy in appearance, and my favorite things, the ponds, are dry or nearly so.
A few other summery things caught my eye.