Battle Creek Regional Park...the Creek

Right here in River City.

Right away we noticed something. Flying. Sitting on leaves. Buzzing on by...

Damselflies.

Things Mom learned: when at rest their wings close shut, this is one way to distinguish them from dragonflies. I am the least knowledgeable person in our house when it comes to nature. 

 Our trek took us along a large section of the creek. If the fit bit is to be trusted this was a 3+ mile jaunt (both ways).

And I got sidelined taking photos of wild flowers.

Purple ones.

White ones.

Daisy looking white ones.

My flower identification skills are right up there with my nature skills.

One of many bridges. A good opportunity for Dad to peer over the rail into the water.

Tis cottonwood season. Looks like our yard!

Another bridge.

Another opportunity...

Bugs. Brown ones. 

Green ones

fuzzy ones (photo courtesy of Zoe)

Crawly ones, 

With spots.

And after the inspection, they go back to rest on a leaf on the side of the road.

We enjoyed the canopy on the only hot day of the Memorial weekend (Zoe's photo).