Wednesday, December 27, 2017

December 27


Tuesday, for my final “wandering” of 2017, I hiked the last section of the Heartland Trail between Edmore and Alma. Developed from an abandoned railroad line and purchased by grocery-store magnate Fred Meijer in 2000, the Heartland Trail rolls for 42 miles from Greenville to Alma through farmland and forests as it links a half-dozen rural towns. The mid morning weather was sunny with a temperature of 0 degrees and a light bone chilling wind from the west. Leaving the car in the parking lot of the former Episcopal Church on Luce Rd., I headed north a hundred yards and turned east on the trail where I noticed a meandering mound of snow made by a burrowing Meadow Vole. These small mouse-like mammals survive the winter by tunneling under the snow to escape subfreezing temperatures and predation. Nearby, I spotted a set of tracks of one that had recently surfaced and scampered over the snow. Continuing east over the crunchy snow, I noticed the long shadows across the trail created by the winter sun that was beginning to ascend from its recent solstice. At the half-mile mark, I crossed Charles St. and continued east where I was surprised to see a single Maple tree still holding on to many of its leaves even though they were dead. Still heading east, I crossed Iowa St and entered Alma College campus where I could see clusters of leaf buds on twigs of several maple trees. Hiking east along the railroad tracks, I turned around at Superior St. and retraced my steps on the path following my shadow along the edge of the campus. Continuing west, I paused to observe a Dark-eyed Junco and a male Goldfinch with its muted winter plumage. Further ahead, red sumac bobs and decaying apples caught my eye. Finally, I made it back to the car, turned on the heater and headed home.

End of the asphalt
End of the year
Edmore to Alma
Memories adhere
Every single mile
Every single stride
Wildlife wonders
Nature my guide
There’re other trails
Beside this one
Other hikes
Journey’s not done


D. DeGraaf

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

December 20


Tuesday, I resumed my hike on the Heartland Trail, heading east toward Alma. The early morning weather was foggy with a temperature of 32 degrees and no wind. Leaving the car on the edge of Winans Rd., I headed east, surrounded by a thick layer of ground fog caused by warmer moist air cooling and condensing over the cold snow. Plodding ahead through 8-inches of fresh snow, I spotted a variety of deer tracks including those made by heavier adults that sunk down deep as well as those made by lighter immature ones that did not. Further along, I noticed some coyote tracks. Even though from a single track I could not make out the lobe arrangement on the footpad that distinguishes it from a dog, I could tell by its overstep gait which creates a straight and narrow track pattern. Proceeding eastward, the snow-white path provided a good background to spot the small seeds that recently fell from a Hophornbeam tree, a Red Oak leaf with its u-shaped lobes and bristle tips as well as a purple stain from wild grape juice. After turning around at Luce Rd, I headed west where I could barely make out a rafter of about two-dozen wild turkeys walking through a farm field to the north. Continuing west as the path cut through a woodland, I noticed a disturbed area where several deer had bedded down last night. Just ahead, I paused to watch a melanistic Gray Squirrel perching motionless in the crotch of a tree. Nearby, I spotted the last vestiges of chlorophyll in a few leaves of Autumn Olive. Also, I noticed the accumulated snow made it easier to spot bird nests like this one. Still moving west, I came upon a birch tree with unusual bark color and concluded it was a rarely seen Chinese Red Birch. Finally, I got back to the car and headed home

Time once again
To recognize you
In gratitude
For all you do
For every plant
Your daily rays
For every creature
Warmth that stays
Star of the day
Orb of the sky
Sun of the heavens
Your solstice is nigh



D. DeGraaf

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

December 13


Monday, I hiked another leg of the Meijer Heartland Trail as part of my effort to cover the entire stretch from Edmore to Alma. The early morning weather was cloudy with a temperature of 19 degrees and light snow flurries being blown by a light southeasterly wind. Leaving the car parked along side Rich Rd., I headed east on the path being covered with a fresh blanket of snow while displaying lots of deer and rabbit tracks. Also, the accumulating snow was a visual asset to some of the surrounding vegetation including: milkweed, goldenrod and white pine. Continuing east, I paused on a bridge to observe the icy waters of Honeyoey Creek flow rapidly from north to south. Unlike many of the drains along the trail, I noticed that this one has wider banks with more natural habitat for wildlife. Also, the creek flows for another mile to the southeast before emptying into the Pine River west of Alma. Just ahead, I spotted a Fox Squirrel scampering across the path. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I quickly located its fresh tracks and was not only able to observe details of its paws but also measure the distance of its leaps which was surprisingly about 4 feet. After a mile, I turned around at Winans Rd. and headed west where I soon came upon a frozen Raccoon carcass. Being close to the road, I suspected this was a recent road kill that was dragged to this location and fed upon by scavengers. Continuing west, the white landscape also made it easier to spot what remained of a variety of red fruit including: Viburnum, Crab Apple, Bittersweet and Rose Hips. Also, through the thick underbrush I caught a quick glimpse of a Fox Squirrel before it scurried off. Finally, I made it back to the car, dusted off the snow and headed home.

Robe of autumn falls
Mighty oak stands bare
Creature scampers up
Toward his leafy lair
Hightailing skyward
Filling his cache
Over furrowed bark
Along branches gray
Perched in a crotch
Mate lingers near
Through barren twigs
Snow clouds appear


D. DeGraaf

Thursday, December 7, 2017

December 7


Tuesday, I drove 3 miles west to Pingree Rd. where I accessed the Meijer Heartland Trail and resumed my hike toward Alma. The noontime weather was partly sunny with a temperature of 39 degrees and a strong wind out of the southwest. Heading east, I immediately spotted a stand of Box Elder trees with their gnarly trunks. The female trees were especially noticeable because of the many clusters of samaras that still clung to their branches or fell on the path. Since many of these seeds remain throughout the winter, they are an important food source for squirrels and chipmunks. Continuing east, I noticed a patch of Reed Canary Grass being buffeted by the wind as well as some orange husks of American Bittersweet that had finally opened to reveal their bright red berries. While being mildly toxic to humans, these berries are a food source for wildlife. Further ahead, the path was heavily littered with Red Oak leaves. Next, I paused on a bridge over a county drainage ditch and observed the water flow rapidly to the south. Still walking eastward, the colorful vegetation lining the trail seemed to fit with the holiday season with the red branches of Red-Osier Dogwood on the one side and the green stalks of Horsetail on the other. Turning around at Rich Rd. and facing a stiff west wind, I paused to watch some Black-Capped Chickadees and Dark-eyed Juncos fluttering through the dense underbrush. Just ahead, a perching male Cardinal with a seed in his beak caught my eye. Since cardinals are primarily seed eaters -- although their do also eat fruits and insects -- their short, thick and conical beaks allow them to easily crack seeds, getting through the husk and allowing them access to the meat inside. Finally, I got back to the car, ducked in to escape the wind and headed home.

Early December days
Neath leafless trees
Nature at attention
Mother Earth at ease
Beside a shrinking pond
No frogs with leopard skin
Atop the meadow grass
No spider webs to spin
Squirrels of woodlands
Prepare for winter’s blast
Hoarding their food
Autumn breathes her last


D. DeGraaf