Walks,  Woods

Pathway ponderings

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Older Daughter and I took a walk down a familiar trail the other day. It was midafternoon and there wasn’t much wildlife to be seen. But this woodpecker tree was one of several reminders that the woodland inhabitants were alive and well.

IMG_0662The trail wound invitingly among ferns and trees. We’ll have a few months of color, then the winter monchromatic palette will be back in play.

"Green thoughts in a green shade"
“Green thoughts in a green shade”

I thought this fuzzy fungus was a mouse at first.

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We descended to a favorite spot along the creek, a small waterfall that always invites us for a picnic (though we never have one packed).

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The picturesque scene hides a tragedy. The water was low enough that we walked up the creekbed instead of returning to the trail. At the base of the falls, hidden here by the pile of flood debris, was a dead rabbit, soaked with mud, eyes still open in panic. Somehow it had been washed down the creek and killed.

It was a disturbing sight. I’ve often noticed the waste of roadkill — animals hit by cars by accident. Nature is usually more purposeful, and a favorite mantra of nature writers is “the economy of nature.” But this was an example of pure accident. I couldn’t help brooding over it as we walked on.

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Looking back downstream
Looking back downstream

Raccoons had left their prints along the edge, attracted by the crayfish and frogs.

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Did someone say "frogs"?
Did someone say “frogs”?

It was a nice walk, though we were out at the wrong time of day to see any early warblers coming through on their way back south. The almanac predicts another harsh winter, and I saw some warblers on the move when we vacationed north of here a few weeks ago. Hopefully we’ll see a few in the days to come.

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