Monday, March 30, 2009
None-the-less, signs of spring abound. For example, it is sugaring time here in the North Country! I went out Saturday on the Lake Placid Loop and took in a couple different sugaring operations. The one in which I was really interested was at the Uhlien facility in Lake Placid, which is operated by Cornell. They have installed a Reverse Osmosis system, which literally sucks the sap out of the trees via vacuum. On a really good day they can get up to 800 gallons of sap an hour! When I was there they were pumping at about 400. This is then piped up to the "RO" machine, which uses reverse osmosis to pull out a lot of the water. The now super-concentrated sap is then sent to the evaporator pans, where it spends much less time than it does in a traditional sugaring outfit. They end up producing about 30 gallons of syrup an hour! And instead of it taking the usual 32-40g of sap per gallon of syrup, with the RO method they only need 6-8g of sap! It's pretty amazing.
Pictures? Of course not - I was on vacation and as we all know, I do not own a digital camera. I have some tax refund money coming, though, and it is REALLY tempting to use it for getting one!
Other signs of spring we have in Newcomb: buds on my daffodils. I'm back to work tomorrow, so I'll keep my eyes open for coltsfoot - the first flower of spring in these here parts.
Monday, March 23, 2009
I also checked my observation notes when I got to work today and found that the redwings are not a month early – they are, indeed, right on time. It was the winter wren who was singing a month earlier than I’ve heard it before. Haven’t heard it since – perhaps it was a fluke.
It’s Friday the 13th (insert suspenseful music here).
Despite that, it has dawned a beautiful day here, although chilly. We had a low of -3*F overnight, and it was 1.3*F when I got to work. Brrr. But the sun is of that quality that reminds me of springtime and daffodils. No sane daffodil will have its head poking up from the ground today, but perhaps we’ll see them in a month or so. The winds have finally died down – they were so fierce the last couple of days that I almost expected to see livestock blowing by. We will have to do trail patrol today and look for downed trees that need cutting. We had one storm a couple years ago that yielded 40 trees down on one trail alone!!!
Watched a crow mobbing a raven this morning. It was hot on the larger bird’s tail, and when it swooped to “attack,” the raven flipped over and struck upwards with its feet, rather like the courtship flights of hawks and eagles. Two other crows lagged behind (must’ve been supervising).
All the corvids seem to be in good voice these days: crows, ravens, blue jays. The jays seem to be making up for lost time: a couple years ago you couldn’t see or hear a jay to save your life. I suspect West Nile Virus had taken its toll (corvids were especially hit). But they seem to have rebounded. This morning the dawn chorus was heavily laden with the raucous calls of easily a dozen jays. Evening grosbeaks dominated the din, with the crows and ravens providing a descant on the side. The redwings were keeping things to themselves.
“Chipmunk!” I screamed to an empty office as I gazed out the window, staring at the small striped squirrel. “It’s the first chipmunk of the season!”
Since I had no audience to appreciate my find, I went into the lobby to record my observation on the wildlife sightings board. I shared the information with a mother and child sitting on our sofa. “We saw one the other day,” the woman told me blandly. I thought to myself “Well, you probably live down state,” but I smiled and told her “This is the first one we’ve had here, and it’s early for them.”
Returning to the office, I pulled up my phenology chart (a computer record I keep of each year’s firsts, and some lasts), recorded my find, and noticed that this is the earliest chipmunk recording I have – earliest by two weeks. Hm.
I grabbed the camera and went outside, but of course the chipmunk did not reappear. Still, I did get some nice shots of red squirrels, chickadees, and even of pine siskins drinking water as it melted and dripped from the roof.
This evening as Toby and I made our ritual stroll down to the river, we saw our first Newcomb robin! It was sitting on a snowbank, ignoring the world. I was able to walk within about six feet of it before it flew away!
And then, a little further down the road, a raptor flew through the trees. The wings (pointy and swept backwards) suggested falcon, which here would mean merlin, but it was too big (about the size of a broadwing), and it’s still a bit too early for merlins. The belly was bright white. And those are the only traits I noticed: wings, size, and belly color.
19 March – Holy Holes, Batman!
Our last tracking class for school groups was today. We are down to about 15” of snow, thanks to the rain and balmy weather of the last week or so. What snow that remains is icy hard in the morning, rotting and soft by afternoon. Needless to say, there weren’t a lot of recognizable tracks out there. So, we looked at a variety of other animal signs that the talented tracker can use to learn about the wildlife in his/her area.
The enormous gaping holes left by pileated woodpeckers are hard to miss.
…what looked like a “plug” at the opening. Maybe the hole was chewed by some insect’s larvae, each chewing its way to the surface then plugging the opening to wait for pupation to complete. Those that had no “plugs” had perhaps been eaten by industrious birds. Or maybe they were made by something like mason bees, who lay their eggs deep in long holes and seal up the entry to protect the egg and, later, the larva. But when I got inside and looked at the photos up close I started to think that the “plugs” looked rather fungus-like. Hm. If anyone else has a suggestion on identifying what is happening here, please let me know.
Our final “unknown” and interesting find was what looked like a series of papery petals lying on the snow. When I picked them up, I found a seed inside one or two. I brought them inside to see if I could figure out what they were, and as a last resort I would plant the seed and see what grew (presuming that the seeds were viable…if some critter had rejected these seeds, then perhaps they weren’t). But I was saved the trouble: I showed it to our handyman (used to work as a forester) and he immediately identified it as American hophornbeam (Ostrya virginiana). I know the tree by its bark, but I’ve never seen its fruits (they really do look like hops, which I grow at home). Very cool indeed!
Happy Spring! Okay, I know that “officially” that was yesterday, but I always think of the turn of the seasonal wheel as being on the 21st of each associated month. It’s one of my quirks.
And celebrating Spring, I discovered this morning, my tulips (and maybe daffodils) are up about 3-4” this morning along the house. I also found, as I walked across the frozen snow to refill some bird feeders (it’s best to do that in the morning before the snow becomes treacherous in the heat of the afternoon), that my giant pussy willow (the variety is called “giant”, it’s not a reference to its size, which is under three feet tall) has fuzzy catkins already out on the branches the deer didn’t nail. That took me a bit by surprise! My black pussy willow is still under snow.
Tuesday I had to be up in Ray Brook (that’s between Saranac Lake and Lake Placid) for a meeting, and on the drive up I saw Canada geese in Tupper Lake (on the Raquette River) and in Saranac Lake (on Lake Flower). I have yet to see or hear a flock winging by overhead. There were also some smaller water fowl in Tupper, but they were too far away to identify – may have been mallards, although I’ve heard of two sightings of hooded mergansers in Newcomb already, so maybe that’s what those were, too. I’ve also heard a rumor of a woodcock sighting in Newcomb! I haven’t seen or heard any yet, but you never know. We still have 14-15” at our snow stick, so any early arrivals are probably doubting their judgment.
I recently received the latest issue of BATS, the magazine put out by Bat Conservation International (BCI). It had an article about White-nose Syndrome in which BCI founder Merlin Tuttle was quoted as saying, in response to WNS having been discovered in caves in West Virginia, “America’s most important remaining hibernacula for endangered Indiana myotis…and gray myotis…could be threatened within two years or less. Failure to find a solution could prove devastating.”
The article further cites Al Hicks, the DEC biologist who is heading up the investigation here in NY, as saying that “transmission tests” are being conducted to determine if the fungus is the disease-causing agent. In order to conduct these tests, the testing facility (USGS National Wildlife Health Center in Wisconsin) has to be able to reproduce the conditions that exist in the caves. This could be a challenge.
The article confirms WNS in hibernacula in NJ, but also says that “no bat kills were confirmed in Pennsylvania, but the state Game commission notes that biologists…found bats with fungus-covered faces. …When they netted bats at the site last summer, they found no obvious problems, although some bats had white spots on their wings.” These white spots are suspected as early signs of WNS. As of mid-December, the bats hibernating in the mine that they were studying seemed fine, but by 20 Dec. some bats were showing evidence of the fungus and were demonstrating the behaviors now associated with it, such as moving closer to the cave entrance. By 5 Jan. almost half of the bat population in the cave had moved near the entrance – not a good sign.
Tom Kunz, “one of the top WNS researchers” says that caves and mines are being sampled all over to determine if there are any locations that have the fungus without the symptoms of WNS also being present. The thought here is that if the fungus is everywhere, but WNS isn’t, then the fungus isn’t what is spreading the disease.
BCI has a fund going to support WNS research. So far they have donated about $65,000 for WNS research, but this fund could soon dry up. If you would like to help, you can check out their donation site at www.batcon.org/wnsdonate .
Monday, March 9, 2009
Woodswalker was thrilled to see snowshoe hare tracks - new ones for her:
I was excited to see snowshoe hare scat, a rarity on the VIC property:
Other good tracks were from a wandering raccoon. Raccoons sleep away the cold days of winter, but on mild days (and nights) they get up and walk around, probably scrounging for food. These are the first raccoon tracks I've seen this winter.
Cheers to Woodswalker for coming to visit and getting me out of the office!
On the first day of March, Mother Nature gave to me
A partridge/ruffed grouse in a crabapple tree
(and a couple dozen waxwings, which could’ve been cedar or bohemian, but I was too far away to tell and I didn’t have my binocs)
On the second day of March, Mother Nature gave to me
One black squirrel (dashing madly across the street in the morning, making the dog bark wildly);
One grey fox (which also dashed across the road, this time at night, it’s big bushy tail seemed half again as big as the body)
On the third day of March, Mother Nature gave to me
Brutal wind chill temps;
And a new moon circling Saturn (it’s in the rings and over 1/3 mile diameter – a small moon)
On the fourth day of March, Mother Nature gave to me
Venus bright in the night sky near the half moon (according to astronomers, if you have a telescope, you can see that Venus is also a crescent, not full)
On the fifth day of March, Mother Nature gave to me
A new plant to learn this summer (cat’s ear – Hypochoeris radicata – it looks a LOT like dandelion, but is mildly toxic; if you are foraging for wild edible greens, you want to avoid this one – note that it’s dandelion-like leaves are hairy on both sides)
Have you ever suddenly realized something that, once you realized it, seemed so painfully obvious that you feel like an idiot for not knowing it all along? For instance, I was sitting at my desk, staring out the window at all the activity (squirrels darting all over, birds flitting to and from the feeders), and it suddenly occurred to me the reason we have been finding sunflower seed husks scattered all over the snow in the woods. Last month my boss commented on it, and her answer was that the high winds we’d been having were responsible. I wasn’t buying it – we’ve had high winds before and they haven’t blown seed that far from the feeders. So, I’m sitting here, watching the chickadees, and I had a “dope slap” moment: the seed husks are from all the seeds the chickadees carry from the feeders to open and eat on tree branches, the empty husks falling to the ground. Voila! Another mystery solved.
I was also surprised today by a visit from Woodswalker (Saratoga Woods and Water Blog). She stopped by this afternoon and we went for a quick walk around the Sucker Brook Trail. The highlight for me was raccoon tracks; we’ve had enough warm weather that they have become active.
We also had some good snowshoe hare tracks, which were a first for Woodswalker. The best part of these tracks for me was the little nuggets left behind:
It’s not often we get to see snowshoe hare scats!
OH! And we had some really good ruffed grouse tracks:
So, many thanks to my guest for getting me up and out of the office today! J
On the sixth day of March, Mother Nature gave to me
A winter wren singing in full voice (about a month earlier than any other year I have recorded);
Glare ice everywhere! We have an oil truck stuck in our driveway, I almost skidding into it, my boss ran into a snow bank, and we have a busload of students coming from Queensbury!
On the seveth day of March, Mother Nature gave to me
Redwing blackbirds nervously "conkeree"ing in the trees (they must've come in over night);
and a good experience in a tracking class with Vince Walsh of Kawing Krow Awareness Center. I learned some new stuff (like deer sleep facing west, so they can catch the scent of anything approaching from upwind, and red squirrels follow the same routes through the trees and all those nipped conifer tips are probably from them doing "trail maintenance" - not because they are eating the buds, which are still on the tips).
On the eighth day of March, Mother Nature gave to me
a glorious spring-like day (I thoroughly expected to see daffodils spring from the ground)
On the ninth day of March, Mother Nature gave to me
a brutal return to winter weather (it is only the 9th of March, afterall): heavy wet snow and falling fast in big flakes. I'm at the Glens Falls Library and not looking forward to the drive back up into the mountains!
So, there you are, caught up on one week. It seems like it's been a month! How quickly we become dependent on technology. I do another post with pics from Woodswalker's visit.