St. James Park

This little lady was the most unafraid squirrel I have ever seen. Thinking I had a nut, she (I think I heard this local squirrel enthusiast call her 'Betty') practically jumped into my arms but, instead, put her front two paws into my hand and sniffed around. I even got to pet her back a little later. Just call me Dr. Doolittle.

One of the many thousands of ducks that populate St. James Park and its lake.

I really want to go down that tunnel, but alas! I'm not allowed.

Grandfather & Grandson

The little walkway to the historic cottage on St. James Lake.

A post of a fence that surrounds an old cottage.

Is that a bird gazebo?

The gazebo again.