I visited the pond at the Strathcona Wilderness Centre with the intention of watching the beavers.  They were in hiding but the waterfowl entertained me.  A family of geese were feeding on the tender young grass at the edge of the pond.  As I approached, the parents warned me away with a loud hiss.

A pair of horned grebes and cinnamon teals swam silently across the pond surface.  The blackbirds perched precariously on the tops of the cat tails; their songs filling the air.

Tree swallows have taken up residence in the nearby birdhouses.  Heads popped out of the entrance holes.  The roof was knocked off one of the houses.  I didn't see any sign of life in the box so I peered into the top.  There were eggs inside.  The mama showed up soon after.

A gentle breeze rustled the high branches of the aspen trees.  Ducks quacked in the pond across the road.  The swallows swooped overhead.  The moon was rising above the tree tops.  It was a beautiful evening to share with Mother Nature.