March stormed onto the winter scene this past weekend with strong winds, toppling trees and knocking branches down throughout the area. The winds finally cleared out leaving a blue sky day. It seemed safe to venture out again.
The woods looked a bit disheveled. The wind had uprooted several tall trees and one had fallen across the path. Broken branches had been hurled across the forest floor or tangled and suspended from the trees.
The early tuft of snowdrops had dropped its petals, while the grove of snowdrops had blossomed into spectacular meadows of white and green. The pristine snowy flowers gracefully bowed over the dried leaves from autumn.
A bright red male cardinal perched on a branch overlooking the trail singing to the sky. Further along the trail, a pileated woodpecker flew to a nearby tree and inspected the trunk before flying away. A pair of hawks soared in the distance.
With the past couple of weeks below freezing, Winter has certainly made its presence known, blasting into the region with icy temperatures and light snow showers. Temperatures during the day have been in the low 20s but feel like single digits with the wind chill factored in. The river has mostly frozen over leaving just a ribbon of moving water winding down the center. A mid-week dusting of snowfall was still trimming the sidewalks and grounds yesterday frozen in places where hurrying footsteps had not worn them down.
Finally yesterday presented a chance to visit the woods on one of these frosty cold days. Bundling in layers is the best way to avoid feeling the cold, and a wool first layer against the skin will continue to retain heat even if it gets wet. Three layers of pants including a fleece lined first layer; two shirts and two long wool sweaters and then a fleece and outer shell. Two kinds of gloves, one that allows finger movement and one set that doesn’t but keeps the wind out. A thick hat, and a fleece “turtleneck” which can be brought up over the face and ears. Once walking, this is quite warm!
The woods were clear and cold, and the whole landscape had settled into a kind of quiet winter rest. Part of the trail was a mix of snow ground together with leaves and wedged frozen between stones and pebbles. The sun was shining through the branches and gave a warm glow in the late afternoon despite the frostiness of the air and ground.
The tree branches were starkly bare! Some beech and oak leaves remained dried on the branches, but the tall trees were all twisting branches and contrasting bark tones. The edges of the woods are also visible. Affluent homes line these woods, and in the winter the houses and new construction is visible. During the rest of the year the leaves and undergrowth provide blinds and colors to give the illusion of thick woods and allow us to briefly escape these visual reminders of urban pressures and disparity.
There were many lively birds in the woods yesterday, flitting and flying from branch to branch, and singing! The woods practically echoed with bird songs. It was so easy to watch them because their flight paths and landing places were all exposed in the bare winter branches. There were a variety of birds and woodpeckers flying around and searching for food including what looked like a Red-bellied woodpecker, and a bright red male Cardinal. Viewed through the camera zoom (if they sat still long enough) they were as fluffed out as could be, rounded into little balls of downy feathers on their cold perches.
In a small meadow area, tall grasses had yellowed into dry stalks. Fluffy brown sparrows flew and hid in the stalks, perhaps pulling seeds from the delicate curling seed heads.
Further on, dense brushy patches were safe haven for many fluffy birds searching for food on the ground, more sparrows and Eastern towhee. They were quickly able to fly into the low branches. Black and grey squirrels searched among the fallen leaves and ran back to tree trunks at the slightest sound.
As for green plants, evergreen holly bushes were standing by in the cold with cheerful green spiky leaves. A small holly bush looked like it had suffered a shock due to the sudden cold weather. And several young pines appeared damaged perhaps by deer.
The wind picked up in various places throughout the woods. Along one stretch of trail the trees swayed as the wind rushed through their branches. Creaks and cracks! came from the swaying trees, sounding like they were straining to stay upright in the cold.
A short ways uphill from the frozen creek, a male wood duck flew along the trail and landed on a fallen tree trunk. He sat for a few moments in his handsome feather coat.
Fallen tree trunks held sugary snow crystals in their bark. One fallen tree had several large ruffled fungi frozen in place.
The evening was setting in and it was the sunset and not the cold temperatures which cut this walk short.
Wood ducks (Aix sponsa), according to Cornell’s All About Birds online Bird Guide, live in wooded swamps, where they nest in holes in trees or in nest boxes around lakes. They are one of the few duck species equipped with strong claws that can grip bark and perch on branches.
Post script. For this walker, the month of December included a move out of the city and across the river. The high cost of renting cramped and dysfunctional housing was too absurd to stay another year. But the irony of moving to a suburban location is that there is no comparable wooded reserve. Visiting this wooded park now means a long travel time to and from. But how important it is to be able to visit a natural area!
Temperatures dropped into the 30s and 40s this past week bringing the first snow of the season!
The snow fell steadily throughout the day on Saturday, and after finishing errands there was finally time for a quick walk just before the day darkened into evening.
The woods were coated in a white blanket of beautiful crystals. The leafy carpet poked through in places, and the footfalls on the trail mixed the snow and leaves into mush.
Bare tree branches were outlined with snowy white, and patches of sugary flakes clung to tree bark. Tree fungus shelves collected stacks of exquisite snowflakes. The snow kept the woods brighter than usual as the daylight faded. Elaborate tree root patterns were highlighted as distant lights twinkled in the evening’s gathering darkness.
Two weekends ago, over the Thanksgiving weekend, we ventured back to the woods for a walk. Construction along the roads was still underway which blocked several trails, so our walk went a long way around.
The leaves have been falling by the hundreds! Less leaves on the branches opens the woods up to the sky and lets more direct sunlight through to the forest floor. Although the days are shorter, the light in the woods is less filtered.
Late fall colors in the woods surrounded everything with oranges, browns, and splashes of yellows and reds. Green holly bushes and English ivy contrast sharply against the fall backdrop of the woods.
This weekend experienced the first daytime temperatures in the 30s, wintry temperatures to be sure! But it was a fine day for a walk in the woods, dry and calm.
The fall has been at swift work in the woods. A thick carpet of leaves on the ground, and the overall color is a burnt orangey-brown. There are still a few trees with lovely color on the branches, and some with leaves looking ready to fall, while several trees are simply bare branches by now.
It is fun to see how the forest carpet changes its pattern as we walk. At this time of year, the evidence of the variety of trees around us is all over the ground. Lovely red and yellow maple leaves, oaks, beeches, large yellow leaves, poplars, even green leaves mix together to create a handsomely decorated forest floor.
The trail is hardly visible but for a line of trampled leaves among the newly curled and dropped leaves.
There are a few cautions for walkers and joggers. First, the leaves are dry and as they get trampled, layered, and smoothed they become slippery. Rocks and roots visible above the leaves may offer no-slip footing, however rocks and roots invisible under the leaves are not your friends and will bring you face to floor with the meaning of fall as they can easily cause walkers to slip, trip, and fall!
Just a few steps into this week’s walk, this walker was struck with the spirit of Fall. A nasty brown root sticking straight up in the middle of the trail was so well blended into the leaves that this walker tripped and fell hard onto the trail. Scraped hands, scrapes and bumps on the knees, a bruised lump on the elbow, it was startling, but luckily not serious. Another walker and dog were there to help assess the damage. Fall! It is the season.
After a few minutes of walking on, the injuries felt ok to continue, and the beauty of the woods was well worth it. Like a tapestry or a colorful quilt, the leaves overhead and all around were layered in rich beautiful colors. The light changed as it filtered through so many varied leaves so that colors were enhanced all around.
Much of the ground cover plants had disappeared so that there seemed to be more space within the woods, and only the colorful leaves around. There were a few green plants standing out, such as the spiky-leaved holly. Another shrub with twisting branches also held on to green leaves. A lovely young pine with long graceful needles stood verdant along the trail.
Up atop a hill, there were sounds of rustling. A rusty colored animal was moving through the trees to cross the trail. It looked a bit like a dog, but moved differently, and it’s rich dark orange coat was no dog’s coat. It was a fox! A fox with a beautiful fluffy coat and a very long beautifully bushy tail. It was large, yet moved swiftly without a sound! The fox stopped as it crossed the trail and looked down the trail just for a second, then stepped off the path and continued it’s way into the woods and continued to move swiftly among trees, with hardly any sound at all, until it disappeared over a small rise going in the opposite direction.
What a spectacular animal to see in these autumn woods!
The noise of a family of three deer shuffling and browsing through the leaves drew our attention just off to the right of the trail. The fox must have passed between them before crossing the trail. Suddenly a chipmunk with an acorn in its mouth scampered up a tree trunk and froze upside down to survey the scene. The chipmunk descended the tree and then returned up the trunk without the acorn.
High above, a woodpecker searched for snacks in a tall tree.
After starting again down the trail, suddenly, there was the fox on the trail way ahead loping down the trail away from us. It must have circled around and got back onto the trail ahead of us! Sneaky fox! The fox kept moving swiftly. Suddenly it stopped on the trail looking ahead. A soft noise from behind made the fox turn it’s head just enough to give a side-eyed glance to the trail behind. Then it continued along the trail and turned off into the woods moving quickly, with hardly any sound, and that large tail floating behind it.
Further down the trail, a buck was alone grazing in the leaves. He posed for a few photos, and calmly continued along. A chirruping male cardinal was a fluffy brown from head to tail.
The light fades quickly in the woods in autumn. The sun sets early, but the woods become quite dark even before sunset. The return walk went quickly, to return home for dinner and spend the evening musing about the fox, its stealthy soundless gait, its sharp featured face, and its fine fall coat.
The red fox (Vulpes vulpes) is one of five fox species in North America. According to the Ohio Department of Natural Resources (OhioDNR) online, the red fox typically eats mice, rats, rabbits, groundhogs, and other small mammals; also birds, fruits, and some grasses. They are solitary creatures during the fall and early winter.
It was a gorgeous autumn weekend, and after several weeks away from the woods, it was well appreciated weather for a visit to the woods.
With temperatures in the 70s, full sun, and a free afternoon, the conditions were perfect for seeing how the early fall was settling in.
The woods have cooled and dried, decorated with a crunchy new layer of dried leaves. The colors are muted browns and oranges, with spots of yellow and red. It’s lovely to see the forest floor change throughout the fall. As leaf colors change, so the light changes.
The woods were still. In the silence small noises were so clear. The fallen leaves were so dry that every shuffle and rustle was loud and crisp. Voices from clearings beyond the trees echoed throughout the woods. “Hey, Dad! Over here!” echoed off the drying leaves.
There was a slight smell of autumn, the dry leafy, almost smoky smell.
At points on the walk, one uphill section, there were tiny tapping pops coming from the dry leaves all around. Were there small seeds or falling items hitting the leaves? It was similar to the sound of first rain drops, but it was a sunny day, and there didn’t seem to be any rain falling.
Later, the sound again. Total stillness and the sounds of taps and pops on the dry leaves. Finally a few tiny drops of water appeared on nearby leaves. It was rain, but we didn’t feel it. This strange phenomenon happened in a few places along the trail!
Dead wood had decayed throughout the summer. In an old rotted stump small round balls of fungus bubbled quietly the same colors as the trunk and soil. Other wood had rotted and filled with leaves. A downed trunk had small piles of shavings on top and underneath it. Something must have been drilling. A standing dead tree had been serving as a dinner buffet for woodpeckers.
Occasionally birds called, cawed, or flitted above and out of sight. At the entrance to the woods, a red cardinal seemed curious to know who was coming down the trail and eyed these visitors for a minute or two. His feathers were not the bright red of late winter, but more subdued and fitting with the early fall. A few woodpeckers went about knocking on branches looking for treats, hardly standing still.
Squirrels seemed pleased with the abundance of acorns on the ground, and their searching in the leaves seemed to result in an upright seat and a snack.
Many chipmunks were seen in the woods. With squeaks and the rustling of dry leaves, chipmunks were energetically running along the networks of logs, hiding within the hollows of trunks and logs, gathering food and visiting each other.
At a bend in the creek, there was a nice place to sit where birds were passing from branches overhead from one side of the bank to the other. Across the creek there was a flat gravely shore protected by a steep bank, which meant no access for humans or dogs. In the small pools among the pebbles, robins bathed and dunked their heads, ruffled their feathers. A blue jay joined the scene for bathing and drinking. The water was perfectly clear. Other birds touched down on the gravely shore line to bathe and drink before flying back into the leafy branches above. A common flicker stopped down for a few moments, dunking its head quickly and keeping a watch before flying back to the trees.
Chipmunks gathered food
and ran along the networks of logs
Common flicker ( Colaptes auratus) – According to The Audubon Society Field Guide to North American birds, the common flicker is a large brownish woodpecker. Eastern birds have a red patch on the nape and males have a black “mustache”. They are the only woodpeckers in North America that commonly feed on the ground.
Late Summer has been unbelievably cool. During the past week (first week of September) the temperature barely reached the 80s. With various happenings to attend at the end of summer, this weekend was the first available for a walk in a few weeks. New construction on the access roads to the park blocked some of the pedestrian walkways but people found a way in to enjoy the weekend trails.
The temperature was perfect for walking. Gentle cool air and sun. There were still signs of the heavy thunderstorms. There were still traces of cascading water on a steep bank of soil facing the trail. Here and there small mushrooms burst out from under the carpet of leaves or peeped out from between tree roots.
Trees have been forming seeds. A birch tree next to a small meadow had beechnuts just starting to open among the leaves. Ripening seed pods looked like strips of brown crinkled paper. Oak leaves and new acorns had fallen to the trail. Leaves were still green, but looking worn with browned edges or transformed by insect damage. Here and there just a few leaves have changed from green into various colors, and late cooling summer had scattered just a handful of green, red or yellow leaves onto the ground and graced the green undergrowth with golden yellow flowers. Bold red berries hung in clusters.
Trees that had fallen during the summer have been cut and removed from the trail. The tangles of brown branches and brown dead leaves look strikingly dark against a backdrop of living green leaves. One large tangle of dead branches and leaves had become the framework for beautiful silky spiderwebs. The webs created a spectacular show of shimmering geometric patterns as sunlight and playful breezes bounced off the delicate webs.
Chipmunks sprinted along logs and shuffled through the dead leaves, stopping to nibble on snacks and eye the trail.
The heavy rains during August had a significant impact on the woods. Visiting one week later, the impacts were visible along the trails. Down along the creek, where it had appeared after the latest storm that the creek had swept onto the trail, the creek bank had completely collapsed into the creek taking large sections of the trail with it. Metal culverts to carrying stream runoff underneath the trail were fully exposed and the sand and soil had eroded from around them. Many more exposed roots, rocks, and loose debris changed the formerly smooth well-trodden path into an obstacle course. The leafy carpet was looking ragged after so many months and so much rain. But mosses and small mushrooms appeared fresh.
Trimming the open trail were starry white flowers framed by three leaves, and sprays of pink flowers. Sunny yellow petals decorated a leafy plant growing in the understory. Tree pods continued to develop and round seed balls had fallen onto the trail.
There were no chipmunks in the woods at that time. Had their ground homes been flooded? Some songbirds could be heard, and of course the ever-present robins hopped and flew along the path.
Bursts of rain a week back carved deep channels into the trail, and formed neatly terraced patterns of debris where the torrents of water found paths of least resistance.
Muddy patches were stamped with foot and paw prints. The sandy trail along the creek was damp, and there were smoothed areas where either the creek had overflowed onto the trail or large amounts of water had washed across the trail into the creek. The creek water was brown and swiftly flowing.
New trees had split and splintered, brought down possibly due to rain or unstable soil.
After the downpours and through the mugginess industrious spiders attended to their webs.
A few weedy ground covers were decorated with tiny flowers.
New green items have appeared on the trees and bushes: nuts, acorns, green balloons, and seed pods. A beech tree had formed brown spiky beechnuts, and an oak had already dropped several green acorns along the path. On trail and branch other green seedy things could be found. The mimosa tree over the creek had lost its pink pompoms and was all green with copious bunches of wide green seed pods maturing among the leaf fronds.
The vines along the creek had traded clusters of tiny white flowers for small green berries transitioning into purple and blue. The berries identify the vine as porcelain-berry.
A few stray yellow and red leaves had dropped onto the trail.
On trail and branch other green seedy things could be found
Porcelain berry (Ampelopsis brevipedunculata) is described by the Virginia Native Plant Society online as an invasive exotic vine which can overgrow and block sunlight from other species. The berries on the porcelain berry vine stick upwards unlike native grape species on which the grape berries droop downward.
This week’s walk found the woods very damp and waterlogged after heavy rains. The summer has produced a series of surprise thunderstorms, with torrential rain, thunder and lightening. After the storms, the air outside may be cool and breezy, but within the woods the air was completely still, very humid and moldy smelling. These conditions were the delight of all kinds of mushrooms which sprouted and conjured themselves from beneath the leaf litter. This visitor had never seen so many mushrooms. The mushrooms stood tall and short, alone, in clusters, in pairs or trios, with caps of gleaming white, or yellow, red, orange, or purple. So many mushrooms, some appeared to be tiny lanterns colorfully lighting the woods while others arrived as guests for a mid-summer party.
The mushroom tops varied from circular caps to flat or rounded umbrellas. While some were new and round, others had ragged edges or holes chewed in. One set had pointy edges giving them the appearance of sunflowers. One type of mushroom had a puffy white patterned cap like a toasted marshmallow. One small orange capped mushroom appeared to have tiny white stars stamped into its cap. A set of round mushrooms with holes in their center looked like rounded jars nestled into the forest floor. Bright colonies of tiny orange disks crowded inside an old hollowed tree trunk. Along the trail there were also mushrooms which had turned green with mold and appeared to be overtaken by another fungus as the mushroom cap collapsed. Other larger fungus thrived on the damp conditions; a large leafy looking fungus was growing around the base of a tree. The yellow shelves of fungus found a few weeks ago had grown and matured. Tree trunks had populations of fungus growing on them, white scaley fungus growing on the bark, or a black slimy blob fungus clinging to a fallen trunk.
No mushrooms were touched, many varieties are poisonous and best left undisturbed.
The conditions so delightful to the mushroom are not the most comfortable for people, so a relatively short walk was enough to admire this summer fungus party.