It’s a warm 62º F today (17º C) and sunny at Botany Pond. The drake Pushkin (now renamed from “Putin”) is waiting for the hour a day he gets with Dorothy when she comes down to feed and drink. He’s a mean drake, but a faithful one, and quacks mournfully in her absence.
Dorothy, meanwhile, is scratching around in her nest: I can hear her through the air-conditioner in my office.
And since the sun is out, so are the turtles, craning their necks to get a few rays: