The goldenrod has dropped its color and is slowly sagging as the cold weather comes. The ends look furry now, gray and seed loosening up. The birds must be having a grand time filling themselves.
The goldenrod are clacking and rattling as the many American goldfinches in the woods are having their fill of the seeds. The field is surprisingly noisy with their movements although its hard to see one, they are so well suited to hide in the fading plants. This bird stayed hopping about in one place for …
I learned just this past weekend that the blue asters I’ve been admiring are known as Michaelmas daisies. Most are blue but these definitely seemed pinker than the average.
The river rises and falls and this trees roots are exposed at the low point. It reminds me of images of the World Tree, Yggrdrasil. It’s hard to believe there’s much left of the tree on land, or that it will be many years before the rest of the earth erodes.
The colors changing more quickly now. This tree was changing from the outer edge to the inside, with reds and golds slowly turning to green, all on the same branch. It reminded me of a rainbow.
The goldenrod are alive with small birds. It seems to mostly be goldfinches but this fellow stopped long enough for me to snap its photo and recognize it as a White-crowned sparrow (Zonotrichia leucophrys ). The white on the crown is quite striking.
Crunch, crunch. The leaves are nearly all gone and this squirrel was back, same tree, more black walnuts, having a meal as I came by. It’s funny how distinctive the sound of a squirrel gnawing a nut can be after you’ve narrowed it down. I”m getting better with finches and bird calls too, but it’s …
We have always called this bittersweet – the green leaves, when eaten, have a tangy citrus flavor – and it is a frequent visitor to our lawn. This flower appeared in a cluster of other green along the river and I was surprised to see that it was bittersweet, or yellow woodsorrel (Oxalis stricta ). …
The wild cucumber vines are still easy to see with their large leaves. Some are just flowering, quite late in the year. Some have fruited and the cucumbers are just greening up, their spiky bodies easy to see hanging off the vines. Others have already gone past their ripened stage and have dried to husks.
It has been a hard time for the woolly bear, and I’ve seen crushed carcasses along the path where they venture out and are trodden, or ridden, on by humans. The cabbage moths had disappeared for awhile or at least I hadn’t noticed them, but they were in abundance yesterday.
The dog and I walked down onto a rocky area where the creek comes out under a bridge and joins the Holland River. It is a gathering place for ducks but there weren’t any there today. The river looked so calm in the midday sun that I took a picture looking both north and south.