What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?
~Pablo Neruda
Last week while walking in the woods, I stopped to pick up a flower. I can imagine if you did not know, the flower would be a puzzle, lying there on its side, with no others growing in the soil nearby.
A pretty flower lying on the ground (click photos to enlarge)
But I have seen these many times, so I know to look up, way up. This is the beautiful flower of one of my favorite trees, the Tulip Poplar, Liriodendron tulipifera. You have to be on a slope looking down or in a multi-story building to get an eye-level view of this beauty as they typically grow forty or fifty feet high in the branches of large trees.
Flowers on Tulip Poplar branch
It is really amazing how many of these flowers there are up there when you start looking. I counted close to 30 on this one branch. The tree easily has thirty or more branches, so there are at least a thousand flowers on this one tree. Multiply that by the twenty large Tulip Poplars just around the house, and you can see that, in this patch of woods alone, there are tens of thousands of these large showy flowers suspended over my head.
Tulip Poplar flower
I pulled back the petals a bit on the flower I found to get a closer look at its inner workings. It was sticky to the touch, perhaps indicating a lot of nectar, or maybe some aphid honeydew, or both.
Looking down on a flower
There are six petals, dabbed in a yellow-orange that compliments the light greens of spring.
Stamen and large pistil
But the most striking aspect up close is the army of thirty or so stamens surrounding the fused pistils. All of this, the color, the nectar, the size, and abundance, make Tulip Poplar flowers very attractive to pollinators such as butterflies and bees. But, it apparently is a race against time. A USDA publication suggests that the flowers must be pollinated within a day or two in order to produce seeds.
Gift from the sky
Even though the Tulip Poplar flowering time is waning, I still find a gift from the sky every now and then on my morning walks. One more reason to appreciate these magnificent trees.
Snipe Fly love that is…and actually, most of it is on the ground or low vegetation. A few days ago I posted something about a cool insect I discovered in the yard, a Golden-backed Snipe Fly. Yesterday, when I walked outside, I saw another, then another, and another. It is apparently mating season for these gold-splotched beauties. So, a brief ode to love this morning…
Golden-backed Snipe Flies mating (click photos to enlarge)
If you recall, males are smaller than females and can be recognized when alone by the fact their eyes touch each other.
Golden-backed Snipe Fly female
The eyes of females do not touch. And, she is obviously larger and more robust.
Mating pair on iris leaf
I saw 5 mated pairs as I walked around the yard on my morning “tour”. If I got too close with my strange camera gear (the macro twin light and diffusers probably look like some giant googlie-eyed insect to most small critters), the pair would clumsily take flight, female in the lead, and land nearby to continue their morning ritual. My apologies to all for the disturbance…carry on.
There’s so much for you to see outdoors. The one requirement, you have to be there to see it.
~Greg Dodge
As the sun came up Tuesday morning I walked out to the gate at the driveway to listen to the bird songs and have a look around. As I was walking back to the house, something caught my eye. It was one of those things I probably shouldn’t have noticed, but did. Maybe my brain has a map of the area imprinted on it, and when there is something different, even slightly out of place, it notices….who knows.
Something out of place (click photos to enlarge)
Do you see it? I’ll move closer…
Moving closer
If not before, how about now?
Rough Green Snake
Yes, it is a beautiful Rough Green Snake, Opheodrys aestivus. This slender beauty is one of my favorite reptiles. To me, they represent the epitome of graceful snakeiness. They occur throughout most of North Carolina and are one of our more arboreal of snake species, spending most of their time foraging in bushes and low trees.
Is it a vine or a snake?
Their slender bodies, leaf-green color (although their ventral surface is somewhat greenish-yellow), and habits make them a great vine mimic as they slowly move through low branches in search of their favorite foods – caterpillars and other small insects, slugs, and spiders. Typical adult size is from about 18 to 30 inches in length and about the thickness of a child’s little finger. And they have a remarkable ability to extend this slender body over seemingly impossible lengths to get from one branch to another.
Their color and slender shape allows them to blend in to surrounding vegetation
This particular snake was about 5 feet up in a shrub. I moved around trying to get in a better position for a photo. But every time I took my eyes off of the snake, it would take me a few seconds to find again…true masters of camouflage. But look closely at the color of the keeled scales on this snake in the picture above. See the blue spot?
This specimen had several blue flecks on its scales
This snake had several blue flecks on its scales. Interestingly, this species turns blue when it dies. I have seen a couple of these as unfortunate victims of roadkills, and they turn a striking blue color. I wonder if damaged scales turn blue as well, and if they disappear on the next shed?
Observing the observer
Every time I see one of these elegant snakes, I take a few moments to appreciate their remarkable sense of oneness with their environment. This, plus the fact that they are totally harmless to us humans, makes the Rough Green Snake an excellent ambassador for the beauty and importance of snakes.
To a degree seldom grasped even by entomologists, the modern insect fauna has become predominantly social.
~Bert Hölldobler and Edward O. Wilson, The Ants.
I had too much to do on such a beautiful weekend, but I did manage a stroll through the woods on Saturday. I checked on the status of a small population of Yellow Lady Slippers that have survived the onslaught of the local deer (no flowers as yet), and then walked down toward the creek to see what birds might be out and about. But something caught my eye along the path before I reached the creek….some movement.
Termite emergence on a log in the woods (click photos to enlarge)
It was a writhing mass of termites on a log along the path. They were coming up in a line from somewhere under the soil near the log, crawling up to the tallest point on the log, and were then seemingly engulfed in a termite jam. I have seen this behavior many times in the woods in this region, often with several adjacent colonies emerging together. I’ve never figured out how they manage to synchronize their emergence, but on this day, this was the only action I could see. A relatively small swarm as termite dispersals go, perhaps only a coupe of hundred or so winged termites, looking to set off and form new colonies. I did a couple of quick videos as so much of the fascination of stumbling upon this scene was watching how they move.
This shows the action when I first came upon it. The termites seemed almost frantic, but unsure of what to do once they reached the pinnacle of the log.
As I laid there next to the log, listening to the birds overhead, and watching these industrious insects, the termites began to take off. They are not the most graceful of fliers, but who am I to criticize. The numbers gradually dwindled until only a couple of termites remained, one with damaged wings that left it unable to join the mass take-off.
Termite being attacked by ants
Things usually don’t turn out well for those with damaged wings. A couple of ants were patrolling the log looking for easy prey and quickly subdued the straggler and carted it away. I have often first noticed these swarms by the presence of predators such as dragonflies and birds gathering to feast on the temporary abundance of winged protein.
Close up of one termite
This mass flight event is made up of winged males and female termites that are capable of reproduction. They are called alates. Termite society consists of several castes – wingless workers and soldiers, a king and queen, and these winged swarmers, destined to be kings and queens for a new colony (or food for some hungry predator).
Alate termite before lift-off
The termites had not yet started to fly when I first encountered them, but, after watching them for about thirty minutes, it was all over. There were no more termites visible on the log.
Termite wings litter the ground after an emergence
The only evidence that anything had happened was a scattering of discarded wings lying on the ground and rocks near the log. An entomologist in the early 1900’s (Thomas E. Snyder) described what happens…After the adults have flown a short distance in an irregular, wobbly, manner, they fall to the ground, and, by catching the tips of the wings against some object and turning sideways they pry them off at a suture or line of weakness near the base, leaving stubs. The now wingless pair apparently follow each other around for a couple of days and then mate and start the colony-building process, if all goes well.
Now, for a guy that has lived in wooden houses most of his life, the sight of swarming termites should be cause for concern, but I have never had problems with them (knock on, oh, you know). Besides, these under-appreciated, yet abundant, members of our forest fauna are truly fascinating. They play a critical role in the removal of dead wood from our forests, and provide other ecological services such as soil aeration and, of course, food for insect predators. And it was a good way to pass thirty minutes in the woods, watching royal couples take flight to new lands.
You need to let the little things that would ordinarily bore you suddenly thrill you.
~ Andy Warhol
Walking out the door yesterday, I looked down and saw a speck of gold. Funny thing was, it was on the back of an odd-looking fly. I stooped to take a closer look, fully expecting it to disappear, but it stayed put. Yep, a fly, with a hairy, gold back….odd indeed.
A speck of gold on the walkway (click photos to enlarge)
I grabbed a few photos and then went inside to see if I could identify this rather distinctive insect. My usual go-to source for insect identification is the web site, BugGuide. But since there are perhaps 20,000 species of flies in North America, searching that site might take some time, so I thought I would try one of my favorite field guides first, the Kaufman Field Guide to Insects of North America. I hoped the unique appearance of this little guy would make it easy to find in the merely 45 pages devoted to true flies.
Golden-backed Snipe Fly
Sure enough, after flipping through a few pages I came across my gold speck – the aptly-named Golden Backed Snipe Fly, Chrysopilus thoracicus. Well, at least the first half of the name is appropriate (I am still not sure where the snipe portion of the name comes from). Turns out these flies are fairly common in spring in eastern forests, but not much is known about their life history. Other members of this family of flies (Snipe Flies, Rhagionidae) are known to be predators of other insects as both adults and larvae. Larvae live in moist soil or rotting wood. Adults of a few western species may bite humans, but not this one. The fuzzy gold patch, the striped abdomen, and the overall shape of this fly combine to make it one of the bee and wasp mimics. Many species of insects, especially flies, supposedly gain some degree of protection by looking like stinging insects. But this half-inch little jewel is harmless.
Male Golden-backed Snipe Fly
One thing I did learn about my gilded guest is that it is a male fly. Females are more robust than males and have eyes that are farther apart. The eyes of males of this species touch each other. So there you have it…a male bee mimic that we really don’t know much about. But it was the first thing I saw walking out the door yesterday, and it helped make it a special day. You have to appreciate the small wonders…
What strong colored fellows, black, white, and fiery rose-red breasts!
~Henry David Thoreau
They’re back…it will only be for a couple of weeks, but I will enjoy every minute of it. Saturday morning, I saw my first Rose-breasted Grosbeak of the season. Uncharacteristically, it was a female (males usually arrive first in their travels north in spring). Sunday was the first male, and every day this week there have been several (mostly males) stopping at the platform feeders to snarf sunflower seeds.
Rose-breasted Grosbeak, male (click photos to enlarge)
The males are certainly one of our most glorious birds, both in song and color. Thoreau believed that Rose-breasted Grosbeaks were our richest singer, perhaps, after the wood thrush. They sound like a melodious robin in song. But, to me, it is their bold, contrasting color pattern that make them such a joy to observe as they pass through on migration every spring. Mature males are vividly marked with black and white, offset by a bright rose-colored breast patch. That patch can be quite variable from one male to the next, and can be used to identify individuals coming to your feeder. Females are brown and streaky with a bold white eye-stripe.
Males have a bright, v-shaped patch of rose coloration on their breast
They tend to be wary at the feeders here and have been difficult to photograph except through the living room window, which is how all of these images were taken (except the last one from last spring). They arrive between 6:30 and 7 every morning, eat for a few minutes, then fly off, remaining in the treetops much of the day, with only occasional stops back at the feeders. Their large beak is ideal for quickly making short work of the husks of sunflower seeds (and many other types). A quick video shows how efficient they can be at seed-eating…
They should be around for a few weeks, before continuing on to their breeding grounds further north and in our mountains. They winter in Central and South America, feeding in small flocks on fruit and insects. It always amazes me how they seem to migrate in a wave, with records of first sightings popping up on the internet all over the North Carolina last week. Last spring, I enjoyed some great photo opportunities (see Garden Birds – Rose-breasted Grosbeak) as a few males were feeding at a suet feeder out on the power line, which provided much better lighting conditions than the shade around the house now. Here is a photo from the archives under those conditions.
Rose-breasted Grosbeak on grape vine from last spring
Many other species are also passing through or setting up territories in my woods right now. In addition to the usual suspects like woodpeckers, doves, chickadees, cardinals, and titmice, these past few mornings we have seen or heard the following: Northern Parula Warbler, Black-throated Blue Warbler, Worm-eating Warbler, Black-and-white Warbler, Hooded Warbler, Yellow-throated Warbler, Yellow-throated Vireo, Red-eyed Vireo, Blue-headed Vireo, Summer Tanager, Scarlet Tanager, Acadian Flycatcher, Ovenbird, Wood Thrush, and a Veery. It is certainly a great time to get outside and look up.
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
~Edward Abbey
A neighbor sent me a plant ID request a week or so ago asking if I knew the name of a wildflower she had seen on her property. The picture she sent showed some large basal leaves and a central flower stalk with small pale flowers. I remember struggling to identify this plant years ago when I encountered my first one in the woods. Turns out that in the fifteen or so wildflower ID guides on my shelf, it is mentioned in only two.
Wild Comfrey in bloom (click photos to enlarge)
It is Wild Comfrey, Cynoglossum virginianum. Another common name comes from the Greek origin of the genus name, which literally translates to Dog’s Tongue. This species is sometimes called Blue Dog’s Tongue, for the pale blue color of its flowers.
Wild Comfrey seems out of place in these woods
Both in name and appearance, this plant appears contradictory. I keep wanting to make the common name Wild Comfey (omitting the “r”). And to be walking in these woods, where most herbs are only an inch or two high before being snarfed down by the hungry deer, and suddenly see this large-leaved almost 2 foot tall plant, seems strange. It looks more like a summer weed that should grow at the edge of your garden, than a forest-loving spring wildflower. And it must be deer resistant to survive so well here.
Wild Comfrey flowersThe flower stalk is easily recognized by the way it spreads out above the plant
The plant is a member of the borage family, Boraginaceae, and is related to Forget-Me-Nots, a more common and widely recognized wildflower.
Wild Comfrey leaf arrangement
Besides its distinctive flower stalk and overall plant size, this flower can be recognized by its distinctive leaves. The basal leaves can be almost a foot long, and the stem leaves clasp the stem with a heart-shaped base.
Wild Comfrey has clasping stem leaves
And all parts of this plant are hairy, very hairy. Plant people call this condition, hirsute.
Wild Comfrey has very hairy leaves
But one of the few references I found on this plant described it like this – both leaf surfaces are hairy and rough to the touch, like a man’s day-old stubble.
This wildflower has been used for many purposes
Cherokee used this plant to treat a variety of ailments from cough to cancer. Nineteenth century physicians used it as a substitute for the widely-used European plant known as Comfrey, but there is not much evidence it has similar medicinal properties. I did find a couple of interesting uses in some old references. In one, a poultice was made from the large leaves to relieve insect bites. And a couple of other unusual uses may relate to the other common name, Blue Hound’s Tongue. It was once believed that leaves beaten into small pieces and added to swine grease could heal dog bites. And my favorite…some people would supposedly put leaves under their feet to keep dogs from barking at them. I now have a new appreciation for this oddly-named wildflower.
The frog says, times fun when you’re having flies!
~David Bankson
Earlier in the week I was walking around the yard doing a little filming to help with a project on the importance of native plants (see Hometown Habitat). I was using the 500mm telephoto and a 1.4 teleconverter in hopes of getting some birds, but I soon sat near the garden pool and grabbed a few frames of the not-so-active Green Frogs in residence.
Green Frog at edge of pool (click photos to enlarge)Green Frog doing what frogs do
I wanted to get a few images of the frogs croaking, but they clammed up as I approached. With that lens set up I was able to stay some distance from them so I was hoping they would resume their discussions, but they outlasted me. I grabbed a few stills, nothing special, and went inside. As I was reviewing images that evening, I was going through and dumping most of the frog shots when I noticed something. I usually enlarge images as I process them, and I noticed something on one of the frogs….a tiny red dot.
I noticed a tiny red spot on the frog’s head as I was reviewing the images
I zoomed in for a closer look. It was an insect, a blood-sucking insect!
Green Frog with a pair of biting midges on its head
I looked at the image of another frog, and this one had two of the miniscule vampires. That can’t be much fun. I sent an image to a friend and he suggested they may be members of the family, Ceratopogonidae, the biting midges. We humans know them by various names such as no-see-ums, and others I can’t print here in my blog. In looking online I discovered there is also apparently a family of flies that are called the Frog-biting Midges (Corethrellidae), but these guys don’t look much like the few posted on Bug Guide. Now that I have seen them, I may go out and try to get some better images from a much closer distance. Every time I look, I see something new. Fascinating, unless perhaps you are the frog with itchy eyeballs.
What a clean, pert, dapper, nervous little fellow he is! How fast his heart beats, as he stands up on the wall by the roadside, and, with hands spread out upon his breast, regards you intently!
~John Burroughs in his essay entitled, The Chipmunk, 1900
Eastern Chipmunk climbing rock wall (click photos to enlarge)
Okay, I may be biased, but Eastern Chipmunks have got to be one of the cutest of all our native wildlife. So, I was delighted to discover there are several here in the vicinity of the yard. I have been seeing them off and on since March, sometimes a couple chasing each other, sometimes just one. I have often gone days without spotting any and am delighted when I see one return. I am a little embarrassed to admit I have even been known to exclaim, Chippie!, in a not so manly voice, when I see one darting about the yard.
Back in late March and early April, there was a dry spell of chippie sightings. It had been cold, so that could explain it, but I also worried that one of the many potential predators here in the area (snakes, hawks, foxes, and a free-roaming neighbor’s cat) might have taken a toll. On April 13, there was finally a sighting, and it was duly recorded in my journal. Then on April 14, this entry – This morning there were at least three young chipmunks out in the yard. They were wrestling and chasing each other. One has the tip of its tail missing. They are about 2/3 the size of the adult with them….so cute and curious about everything.
Amazing…baby chipmunks! Most references say there are two broods each year, one in the spring, one in late summer, with 3 or 4 babies in each. The young leave the burrow at about 6 weeks and then must find their own place within just a couple of weeks. This is my first experience with baby chipmunks, and I’m afraid it’s addicting.
Juvenile Eastern Chipmunk with acorn
They are most active early in the morning, with another peak in late afternoon. I see them forage all across the yard and nearby woods, but they are particularly fond of the areas around the bird feeders and the rock walls around the pools.
Eastern Chipmunk pausing to check on me
Chipmunks are cautious, very cautious, and freeze at the slightest hint of danger to survey the scene.
Chipmunk responds to a nearby alarm call
When alarmed, they emit a high-pitched note (resembling a bird chirp). When one calls, the others in the area either scurry or become very vigilant. Here, one stands up and looks around for whatever it is that the other chipmunk is concerned about. And they can disappear in a hurry, scampering to cover, tail held high.
I will undoubtedly be posting more on these cute little critters, so I’ll save some of the fascinating facts for a later post. For now, here’s a sample of why I can’t help but look out the window every morning and exclaim, Chippies!
April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
~Christopher Morley
It happens every year. Things start changing so fast in the spring woods that I can’t quite keep up. There are also the chores associated with spring – fixing up stuff around the house, getting the garden prepped and planted, and so many others we all make for ourselves, too numerous to mention. But, it is what is speeding by outside my window that keeps me wanting to stop what I am doing and take note….spring is whooshing by and will soon be over and I will have missed something for gosh sakes. And that is probably the origin of the yard tour. I’m guessing it started one spring when I just felt it was all whizzing by without notice. So now, as often as possible, I take the camera or a notebook and slowly walk around the yard, observing what is occurring, taking note of what is blooming, stopping to watch something unusual and ponder. It is a good tradition, I think I’ll keep it. So, this is simply a yard tour post…things that I noticed this weekend, things whooshing by, but appreciated by a simple slow walk around the yard.
Things that keep me busy – moving topsoil and mulch (click photos to enlarge)The vegetable garden is starting to take shapeThe garden pool with blossoms from the nearby Red Buckeye tree scattered on the surface…the Spotted Salamander eggs have recently hatchedGreen Frog claiming a spot at the poolPinxter Azalea in bloom – these grow scattered in the woods and along the banks of the nearby Haw RiverPinxter Azalea close upWild Blue PhloxWild Blue Phlox and FoamflowerPawpaw from earlier last weekFringe Tree flowers, one of my favorite native treesFalse Solomon’s Seal is abundant inside the deer fence, absent outside of itThe same goes for Solomon’s SealDowny Arrowwood is bloomingOne of the shade gardens with Wild Columbine, Mayapple, Giant Chickweed, and Foamflower, Toadshade Trillium, and Jacob’s LadderDeerberry, a wild blueberryDwarf Crested Iris, blue formDwarf Crested Iris, white formCoral Honeysuckle, a hummingbird favoriteWild Columbine, another great hummingbird plantEastern Chipmunk