There are Oak stands too, which is where I found this little guy. No bigger than a match stick.

A last glimpse of the enchanted hills of Mayo. May we soon come back to laugh and sing and to tell tall tales.

Then again, how was I to know that it was lunch time for Herons? Good thing I had the camera ready at all times.

This wood duck was nice enough to drift by slowly so I could frame him with the stump.