Bullrushes II

The bullrushes have all lost their green but the bog still has it's aroma. A few great tits were feeding on the seed heads but didn't come close enough. Insects and other small creatures seem to have disappeared. Elk and deer footprints lead across the meadow into narrow reedy corridors.

I paused by the Kunisianka on my search for the invisible plumber, whom I found. Monday maybe?