Spotting butterflies is easy when the sun is out and they are active, but photoing them is easier when the sun is behind clouds and they are perched with wings open waiting for the sun's warmth.
In the Little Bluestem Meadow, one of this week's arrivals, the little wood-satyr, gave views both above and below.
Penstemon or beardtongue was blooming along the road to the Fern Glen.
Common alumroot could also be compared with the much smaller bishop's cap or miterwort.
Along the way to the back of the 'Glen, maple-leaved viburnum was getting ready to bloom.
On the other side of the path, the alien, but well behaved Paris was already blooming.
Back in the poor fen, a "perennial favorite", pitcher plant was well on its way.
In numerous locations, red baneberry was becoming easy to distinguish from it's stout seed stemmed cogenitor, white baneberry.
Along the path to the stone bridge, the tiny lily, Indian cucumber root was preparing to flower.
Right on the stone bridge was a white-striped black, a handsome day-flying moth that rarely sits still.
The golden Alexanders by the pond had caught up with its peers in the Old Hayfields.
Speaking of pond, at least the painted turtle had to be sunning itself on a log.
A surprise was right at the edge of the road on the way out of the 'Glen: an eastern pine elfin. I feared the one day of real spring we had was it for them.
Birding was good along the Wappinger Creek Trail, especially at the Appendix, as I like to call the area around trail marker 10. No "lifers", just a nice mix.
The Old Pasture was pretty warm. Butterflies that did not want to sit included Juvinal's duskywing, American copper and spring azure.
One that did cooperate was American lady offering a peek below as well as above.
In the cool of the Sedge Meadow Trail, an American carrion beetle dropped to the ground in front of me, although no carrion was obvious to me.
At that entrance to the back Old Hayfield was a plant unknown to me. Looking it up later was not simple either. I'll put in a vote for field pennycress and keep an eye on it.
Following the flutter of a little black and white moth led to the usual result.
Pearl crescents were numerous this day, but they were still making more. The female is the larger, more well marked of the two.
Back in the cool of the Sedge Meadow Trail, burning bush was blooming inconspicuously. Of course, it was its fall foliage that got this invasive in the door.
Up along the high section, a common ringlet paused in the sun.
An engine in crescendo urged me to be quick: it was the anonymous mower - a modern day version of the headless horseman.
In the front Old Hayfield, a good size caterpillar was working on an invasive honeysuckle bush. That's a good caterpillar - probably one of the tiger moths.
Right at my feet was a stand of one-flowered cancerroot - one of those parasitic, chlorophyll free plants.
A tiny blur of orange went by; I couldn't believe it landed where I could see it; it was a female Peck's skipper - a great way to end a walk on a hot, sticky day...
