It was
one of those cold, damp, gray, dreary January days in the depths of winter. The
days are noticeably lengthening but the sun still dim, almost all bears are in their
winter dens, migrating waterfowl and songbirds are not yet coming north, and there’s
little or no snow. As tempting as it was to sit by the fire with a cup of
coffee laced with milk, sugar and chocolate syrup, I nonetheless headed for the
Big Woods.
Remnants
of the inch of snow that had fallen the day before had, in many places, totally melted, in other areas it still lay on the fallen leaves and the old road. Even though it’s the quietest time of year there’s always
something interesting to see in forest and field. And so, here’s a selection of
the interesting things in the forest on this dreary day.
First
up was this old boundary line blaze on a hemlock. Although this is a large
tract of public property and has been for many years, the boundary blazes of
some of the small parcels from which it was assembled will live on for as long as the trees that
bear them –
Also
in the hemlock forest was this stump of a tree that had been felled long
ago. There’s callus around the rim of the stump where the stump has been
attempting to close the wound. How does it do that? Roots of the felled tree
and a nearby hemlock had fused and that root graft has kept the stump alive for
all these years – the root graft can be seen in the photograph –
Further
on a fallen dead beech tree feeds a fungus known as “horse’s hoof” or “tinder
fungus”. Horse’s hoof due to its shape and appearance; tinder fungus because the
crushed dried fungus readily burns so pioneers and Native Americans could easily start
a fire –
The
old road approaches a stream where small icicles had been forming on mid-stream
rocks –
Along
that stream are several areas that were heavily logged during World War II to
obtain hemlock lumber for the war effort. Those areas regenerated to
tulip-poplar, a tree species that is fast-growing and produces (as a co-worker
used to say) tall, straight, limb-free boles, reaching to the sky –
Towards
the headwaters of the stream I found the seeds of a poke milkweed emerging
from a seed pod. Poke milkweed is an uncommon species that grows in moist
woodland and bears white flowers –
There
were no songbirds to be seen until a small flock of black-capped chickadees came
foraging through the woods and across the old road –
Among
the fallen leaves and remnant snow was a scattering of small green leaves.
Those leaves belonged to a round-lobed hepatica and they’ll stay green all
winter, even beneath many inches of snow. Come early spring the plants will put
forth flowers of blue, white or, less frequently, pink. No matter the color of
the flowers, they’re all the same species.
A
road-side puddle had frozen, in the process producing a mosaic-like pattern –
So far
the walk had primarily produced photos typical of this time of year – black and
white, gray and brown. I was almost back to the car when what should appear but
a male cardinal that conveniently posed for several photos –
The cardinal
brought his brilliant red to brighten a drab, dreary day.
