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Notes and Changes since last report It was 75°F, partly cloudy and calm at 2:30 PM on July 16, 2014. Several days of heavy rain showers ended this morning making for a late start. And a meeting made for a rushed end of the walk. The Wappinger Creek was full of water and the fields were full of butterflies. The Trails A red-spotted purple was going from leaf to leaf on the milkweed at Gifford House. It was licking the se- (or ex-) cretions of the abundant milkweed aphids . On the dirt drive to the Carriage House, a dun skipper was licking stones that it moistened with its own um... bodily fluids. In the first Old Hayfield, a yellow-collared scape moth was barely revealing its metalic blue body. There was no missing the metalic green of the dogbane beetles . Wild bergamot was beginning to bloom. As a butterfly magnet, it picks up as common milkweed wanes.On the Sedge Meadow Trail, a scarlet tanager played hide-and-seek with me for a while. An eastern towhee was not so shy. Some cedar waxwings joined the towhee for a bit. Way across the Sedge Meadow, I could see a butterfly confrontation at the edge of the wood . It looked like northern pearly-eye behaviour. The back Old Hayfield was lively with both dogbanes and common milkweed attracting a host of butterflies, especially today, the three "witches", of which the dun skipper is one. The common wood-nymph was out in great numbers. Once they get a taste for human, they can be hard to shake . Almost under foot was a handsome dragonfly - I'll stick my neck out and suggest female eastern pondhawk. Ah, finally! A decent shot of a coral hairstreak . And there were several to choose from. Resting on the bench in the Old Pasture, I saw a familiar spiral blur above some sunny leaves: a banded hairstreak that had perhaps had a close encounter with a bird-kind. The Wappinger Creek was roaring from upstream to downstream . Near the Appendix, a family of common mergansers was dealing with swift current and many bugs in the air. The Creek surged past the Appendix and I went into the quiet of the Cary Pines Trail. Coming out at the Fern Glen, I found freshly flowering thistle with a pair of seemingly lost beetles on last year's grass head next to it. In from the stone bridge, spotted wintergreen was blooming. I always wonder why it's not "striped wintergreen" With the parking lot in sight, I paused to snap a large-ish bird at the top of tree by the front Old Hayfield - an eastern kingbird . And I still had 10 minutes to be late for the meeting.