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Tanglewood
Sometimes, even the tail end of wildlife can be pretty cute…
…but then, goslings are cute from all angles.
Other things, close-to-the-ground, may require a certain perspective to be seen as “cute.” At the least, they’re indisputably well adapted.
We saw any number of butterflies, including this tiny specimen — which I believe to be an American Copper.
We were not only the observers at the Nature Center we visited today, however. Sometimes, we were the observed.
I think this is a young tree swallow. It didn’t take off the way I’d expect an adult to. It just observed us keenly.
This young oriole was one of a pair of males. They appeared to be getting along equably, then suddenly the mature one chased the immature one off across the field.
I enjoyed the red-winged blackbirds around the pond.
They seem common enough, yet I find them very pleasing to the eye.
One of the first things we saw was a bluebird — our state bird. On our walk we saw any number of chipmunks in the woods, and witnessed a drama between a blue jay and several great crested flycatchers darting and screaming at him until they finally chased him away. We also saw some downy woodpeckers, and lots of evidence of woodpecker carving in the trees. The prize was a sighting of a red-eyed vireo — a bird often heard but rarely seen. It sang right over our heads for a while, pausing only to smash a caterpillar to pulp at one point.
We heard several birds we never saw: oven birds, chestnut-sided warblers, a prairie warbler, a house wren, a common yellowthroat, a cardinal. A few months ago, a robin sighting would have been a highly prized assurance of spring; today we saw many robins without a second thought. A yellow warbler posed nicely for pictures (which I’ve posted in the preceding post).
Fortunately we got by without seeing a timber rattler. They’re common, but snake sightings in general (especially poisonous ones) are so far an aspect of nature study that has failed to win me over.
Tanglewood, the preserve we visited today, was a bit of a drive for us. It’s a nicely situated place with lots of walking trails and a mixture of meadow, pond and woodland. The grounds are well-kept both outside, and inside the nature center. They have a few captive raptors (a broad-winged hawk, a red-tail, a barred owl and a great horned owl), a possum, and a few other small rodents, birds, and reptiles. They also have an active honeybee colony — very neat to see. The exhibits are much nicer than our local nature center, which is choked with dusty taxidermy specimens, only a few of which are native species. It’s a hodge-podge, really, like someone’s attic full of collected natural artifacts. But at Tanglewood the exhibits are thoughtfully organized and effective as an educational experience.
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Gold Drop
I’ve already posted several pictures of these yellow warblers. But they’re so beautiful, I can’t resist one more.
Or, maybe, several more.
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Whitetail
I startled several of these on a walk last week. There may be a fawn hidden somewhere in the long grass… I saw one last year.
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Purple finch
Has he been pilfering the spider web beneath him? Or is he just enjoying the diverse and interesting sights from my in-laws’ back porch?
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Something there is that doesn’t love a wall
My husband took us for a walk in the woods he played in as a child. There were several of these old stone walls converging in the middle of “nowhere.”
Once, it was “somewhere.” Someone’s fields. Several someones’ fields… Three walls met at this ancient oak, which still had rusted barbed wire emerging from its bark at several points. “Good fences make good neighbors.” Or so one man in Robert Frost’s poem says.
For perspective, here it is with the dog…
How old must it be? It’s lived through many years there — long enough to see at least this group of neighbors building and mending their walls. But now the forest is reclaiming this ground.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast…And yet, something there is that does love a wall, too — loves being reminded of a larger order that we’re all a part of, and loves, always, to be reminded of good poetry and meditation.
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Leaf Litter Secrets
Can you find the butterfly in this picture?
It’s there. Honest. Here, I’ll move a little to the left. See it?
An utterly ravaged question mark butterfly. I posted a brand new one here. This one has obviously weathered some storms. So fragile.
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Bathsheba
My daughter named this titmouse Bathsheba. It seems always to know when I change the water in the birdbath, and it comes to bathe. We watch from the window — like King David watching Bathsheba bathe.
Well, okay. Maybe it’s a little different…
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Recent Butterflies
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My brother’s woods
My brother took us on a walk through a tract of woodland that had several sections with several different characters. I heard many birds I never saw in the denser areas.
He pointed out lots of clues pointing to the land’s earlier life and uses, and he did a great job getting my daughters to hone their observational skills.

Jack in the pulpit 
Looks like wild lily of the valley, but bigger, and with different leaves 
Red-winged blackbird nest Not all the sights were wildlife…

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Pond Walk
My dad took the girls and me for a walk around a different pond yesterday. These are some of the sights.

Pearl crescent butterfly Supposedly the underside of the hind wing has a crescent, though I confess I have a hard time seeing it.
There were LOTS of polliwogs — enough that we ended up taking some home in a goldfish bowl to observe.

The Wog Whisperer — my younger daughter 
This photo shows an adult frog chilling on the bottom while the younger generation swarms over it. 
Feeling watched? The fields around the pond were filled with red-winged blackbirds and bobolinks. The bobolinks sang a two-note song, then a long string of gibberish that sounded exactly like R2-D2.
I haven’t tried to identify these caterpillars yet.
Near the car, Older Daughter spotted this tiny moth — and I do mean tiny!
When we got home we identified it as an eight-spotted forester moth.
The day was complete when we pulled into the driveway at home to find some great crested flycatchers. They’ve been around the yard for the last couple of days but they’re hard to get a good look at till they’re on their way out. My youngest spotted this one.


































































