The last of the harvest moon tides are over until the next one rises. This morning, the mangrove tubes were exposed on the incoming tide.
In the park down near the Old Schoolhouse, the plover (Masked Lapwing) parents were a bit more relaxed with walkers. A nice change from being shrieked at as you walk the path. The young ones are growing up.
White-faced herons hide behind the scrub and change spots regularly.
The trumpet flower hangs in all its poisonous glory over a garden fence.