Lost It

The Big Woods had beckoned because it was a good day for photography. My route was through an old field where some of the last butterflies of the year visited the few thistles that were still in flower. 

 

From the field it was up into woodland that, although it has been logged, has never been cleared and has probably been woodland since the glaciers retreated over 10,000 years ago. There my quarry was fungi, specifically the fruiting bodies that can be abundant during the fall. And find them I did: large and small, colorful and drab, some newly emerged and some battered – by feeding slugs, chipmunks and deer.

After a mile or so there was a choice, go back the way I’d come or take an old road downhill on its curving way back to where I’d left the car. I chose the road because it offered the prospect of finding more fungi.

I hadn’t gone far when, on a steep spot, I stepped on a loose fist-sized rock that had been hidden by tall grass; it rolled beneath my foot and down I went – again. As I got up it was obvious that there was blood dripping from my fingers. Some dead branches where I landed had taken a couple of fair-sized chunks of skin out of my right forearm, because I take two anti-coagulants the blood flowed freely.

My pack’s first-aid kit isn’t for minor scratches or trivial cuts, it’s a serious kit for serious injuries. The amount of blood dripping from my fingertips called for something I’d learned about years ago – a sanitary napkin makes an extremely effective compress-type bandage since they’re made to hold blood. So out came one of those “feminine hygiene products” and self-adhesive tape to hold it on while I walked the mile and a half back to the car.

At home H cleaned up the mess I’d made of my arm (she’s had a lot of experience over the many years we’ve been married), and I changed my clothes. It was then that I discovered my pocket knife was gone; it’s a knife I’ve carried for over 40 years and has a story of it’s own. The knife’s predecessor was lost through a hole worn in my pocket while I was inspecting a new road under construction – it probably lies buried beneath tons of fill on the side of a ridge, for it was never found.

Only a day or two after I’d lost that knife, we were in a parking lot when I glanced down and saw a $20 bill laying on the ground. That $20 paid most of the cost of a new knife and now I’d just lost that knife too.

Was this knife lost when I fell or had I left it somewhere in the house or car? A search failed to find the knife, so I concluded it was where I fell. The next morning, after a night of rain, I headed back to the Big Woods to find the knife. On the way there were some fungi worth photographing –

 

Although it had rained during the night, the flattened grass and the broken sticks still spoke of my tumble. I brushed aside the grass and leaves – no knife. I’d just about given up hope of finding my knife when I absentmindedly kicked aside a piece of branch – and there it was –

 

How did it get out of my pocket when I fell? That's unknown and will never be known; but it doesn't matter, the lost had been found. 

When opened, the knife was a bit dirty and rusty from the rain –

But a bit of light oil, rubbing with steel wool and a little sharpening and my knife was as good as it was before spending a night in the Big Woods.

I’ve carried a pocket knife since I was in high school and this knife for over 40 years, and now it’s back in my pocket.

Summer at a Fallen Pine

The pine seedling began growing in an old field nearly 100 years ago. It wasn’t more than eight feet tall when the growing tip was damaged, perhaps by a feeding white pine weevil or a bird using it for a perch. Side branches took its place and the tree continued growing, this time with three or four trunks instead of the single trunk it would have had if that one tip hadn’t been damaged.

And so it became a more or less typical old field white pine with multiple trunks. Now, many years later one of those trunks has snapped off under a heavy load of snow or ice or perhaps from a strong wind. The fallen pine trunk has been lying on the ground for a number of years, serving as a highway for predator and prey and providing a source of food for many other species.

Here are the videos from the summer just past taken by a camera trap that has a view down the fallen pine –

It will be many years until the fallen pine is but an  indistinguishable hump on the forest floor, even then it will continue providing for the creatures of the forest.

Feeding the Kids

On a chestnut snag in the yard is a nest box that’s been the subject of a couple of posts on In Forest and Field. This year it was July before birds, a pair of house wrens, began using the box – surprisingly late.

The male often sang from the top of the snag or from a nearby fence that protects wildflowers from browsing deer.

Of course the male stuffed the box with twigs and the female took in fine material for the nest lining. Eventually eggs were laid and after the typical two week incubation they hatched.

The parents’ days of relative leisure were over as they made repeated trips to catch insects and spiders for their offspring. Sometimes the prey could be identified –

Sometimes not –

Each time the adult carried off a fecal sack voided by the young –

Eventually it was time for the young bird to look out at the wider world and prepare to leave “home” as the adults tried to lure it out –

Even though house wrens normally lay four eggs, it appears that only one young wren fledged from the box on the snag.

Our resident pair of cardinals also appeared to fledge only one young bird from each of their two nestings in 2026. And the pair of tufted titmice that frequents our yard only fledged two young this summer.

Young birds need protein to develop properly, protein that’s primarily derived from insects caught by their parents. Around the house it’s obvious that there are far fewer insects than there were years ago. The insect population in much of North America and in Europe appears to have plummeted in recent years and songbird numbers are said to be down by about one-third. What does the future hold?

Each and Every Day of Summer …

… my camera is used to make photographs of the natural world. I’m one of the many naturalists who are trying to document the natural world as it gradually disappears at the hands of the greedy and callous. I treasure what we’re losing while, at the same time, trying to portray the world around us.

These are photos taken on each and every day of my least favorite season – summer. Although I’d much rather shovel snow than mow grass, summer has its own beauty: butterflies and thunderstorms, young birds and mammals, beavers in the sunset, the infinite variety of beetles and moths to be found in forest and field. Join me on my journey through summer – 

 

Yet another one of my projects to take and post a good photo each and every day of an entire year comes to a close. It’s the type of project that almost everyone can do, it doesn’t have to be nature and wildlife photos, it could be anything you enjoy: interesting buildings, fences, vehicles – whatever interests you.

Will there be another similar project in the future – we’ll see.