April 28

After a 25-mile, southeasterly drive from my home in Alma, I stand on the Merrill Rd bridge watching the water of the Bad River flow under me. The early morning sky is clear with temperatures in the mid 40’s as I descend to the flood plain and hike on a groomed trail along the riverbank, listening to a chorus of birds. Soon, I come upon a noisy Canada Goose swimming alone on a small pond. It is most likely a male guarding a nearby nest, warning me and other intruders to stay away. While the female is incubating, the male's primary role is to protect her and the nest from predators and other potential threats. Beside a loud honking sound, he may use displays like lowering his head, hissing, and pumping his head up and down. Up ahead on the wet ground, I spot dainty blossoms of Purple Cress, my first ephemeral wildflower of the season. Ephemerals are short-lived plants that bloom briefly in spring before trees leaf out, taking advantage of sunlight before quickly going dormant. Still focusing on the ground, I notice a patch of tiny green leaves of Woodland Stonecrop. It wouldn’t be long before this plant blooms (stock photo). Along the way, I first pass by dead vines connecting some decomposing, walnut-size seed pods of Wild Cucumber and then pause to observe some Multi-flora Rose branches displaying symptoms of Rose Rosette disease including reddish clusters of distorted leaves. Continuing to follow the riverbank, I recognize mottled trunks of Sycamore trees, drooping seed-heads of Foxtail grass and red flowers of a Red Maple tree. Turning around and heading back to the car, I look up and listen as a small flock of Sandhill Cranes fly overhead. Returning from their wintering grounds in Florida and Texas, many of these large wading birds (stock photo) will stop and breed among the vast wetlands here in Michigan. About one-third of the population will continue north to breed in the boreal forests of Canada and Alaska. The estimated summer population of Sandhill Cranes in Michigan is around 23,000. This is a significant increase from the 1940s when only 27 pairs were found in the Lower Peninsula. These birds produce a variety of calls that range from a piercing rattle that can be heard two miles away to low purrs that only carry a few yards. Rattle calls can be sung in unison by several members creating a cacophony of noise. By contrast, the quiet purrs are often heard just before they take-off, while they’re feeding, or as a sign of aggression. Nearing the bridge where my car is parked, I enjoy a Robin solo before heading home.

April nears the finish 

New season grabs hold

From the river’s edge

Blossoms of Marigold

Chipmunks scamper

On the forest floor

Looking for a carcass

Turkey Vultures soar

From a vernal pond

Peeper frogs sing

Nature comes alive

Glad tidings of spring

 

D. DeGraaf

April 21

The late morning temperatures are in the low 50’s, under partly sunny skies as I hike the bank of the Pine River on the north boundary of Alma’s Conservation Park, listening to the songs of a nearby Northern Cardinal and a male Redwing Blackbird (no females yet to be seen). With the sun at my back, I move from a paved to an earthen trail, looking in vain for any green growth of spring.  Up ahead, I observe a couple of Painted Turtles on a log basking in the sun. Their mating season lasts from April to June. The male courts the female in a ritual involving stroking her head with the back of the long claws on his front feet. The female in turn strokes his front legs with her claws. After mating, the female digs a nest in soil a few feet from the edge of the water. Turning left, I follow a trail along the park’s west boundary listening to another Northern Cardinal. Up ahead, I watch a Pileated Woodpecker fly silently overhead and perch in a distant tree. After passing a large Shagbark Hickory tree, I’m relieved to finally see some green as new leaves begin to emerge on a Honeysuckle shrub. Turning left again, I move past one of many vernal ponds along the park’s south boundary where Chorus frogs are calling loud and clear. The sound of this tiny amphibian (stock photo) is not a simple croak, but more of a fine-toothed comb being stroked or a nail scraping across a comb. Up ahead, in the distance, I get a brief glance at a group of Wood ducks, including a very colorful male. After coming upon a standing Whitetail deer camouflaged against a green-less, wooded background, I turn left again to follow the park’s eastern boundary where I pause to observe the midden of a Red Squirrel. Middens are large piles of food scraps, including pinecones around the base of an evergreen tree. Unlike Fox Squirrels that store food underground in the winter, Red Squirrels gather and store food sources in these central locations. Continuing on an earthen trail among many dead and dying evergreen trees, I spot an 8-inch, juvenile Garter Snake, motionless among the leaf litter.  Up ahead, I pass through a grove of mature Red Pine Trees while being greeted by a Blue Jay. Heading back to the car, I’m not surprised to see a few small, male Boxelder trees beginning to flower. Since these trees are dioecious, female Boxelder trees produce a different looking flower (stock photo).

Remembering Earth Day (April 22)

 

Mother Earth, child of the sun

You are a very special one

Water to drink, air to breathe

Life abounds on land and sea

Some worlds are far too cold

Living things cannot take hold

Some worlds are way too hot

Uninhabitable at every spot

Mother Earth, dwelling place

Rightful region in outer space

Sphere of white, sphere of blue

We dedicate this day to you

 

D. DeGraaf

April 14

Temperatures are below freezing under mostly clear skies as I stand on County Line Rd bridge and watch the Bad River flow from the green-less landscape of eastern Gratiot County into western Saginaw County. Exploring the floodplain, I spot several large spore stalks of native Ostrich ferns. Characterized by their tall, lacy fronds and upright, spreading growth habit, I imagine the area will be lush with these plants this summer (stock photo). Approaching the river’s edge, I notice the mottled bark on the trunk of a Sycamore tree next to the trunk of an oak.  Sycamore wood is used for crafting furniture, flooring, and interior trim due to its fine grain and workability. It is also utilized in making butcher blocks, barrels, boxes and crates. This wood is used in the production of pulpwood, particleboard, and fiberboard. Its fine grain makes it suitable for musical instruments like violin backs and even guitar bodies. Looking up, my attention is drawn to a mix of calls of a Northern Cardinal and Bluejay. Blue Jays make a large variety of calls, including the most often heard loud jeer. Occasionally, they mimic hawks, especially Red-shouldered Hawks. After a friendly reminder from a landowner that I’m trespassing, I return to the car, head east into Saginaw County and park alongside of Fenmore Rd., to watch the river flow below a high ridge. Referred to as a moraine ridge, this prominent landform was created by the advance and retreat of glaciers during the Ice Age. Further along the bank, I notice a drain tile coming from pastureland across the road. Often when I come upon these metal tubes, it begs some questions. What is the quality of the water flowing out? Is it tainted with coliform bacteria from animal manure? What is the impact downstream? Are there any restrictions on how many tiles can drain into the river? Descending the steep bank to the river’s edge, I look at and listen to the water as it flows rapidly downstream. Along the floodplain, I explore the muddy ground, where I spot a green shoot of Wild Blue Iris and imagine its blossoms appearing in May (stock photo). Making my way along the river’s edge, I stoop down to observe tiny green leaves of Purple Cress and Early Saxifrage. These ephemeral or quasi-ephemeral plants will grow, bloom (stock photo) (stock photo), and die back quickly, before the surrounding trees fully leaf out, taking advantage of the early spring sunlight. As I take one last look at this watercourse, I think back to how far I’ve come from the start and how far I’ve yet to go to reach the end. 

Mid of April

Into the wild

Life and death

Are reconciled

Flesh and bone

Creature gives

Blood and fur

Predator lives

Off the path

Muddy field

Carcass aside

Sprouts revealed

 

D. DeGraaf

April 7

Freezing temperatures and sunny skies join me as I stand on the Mason Rd. bridge to watch the murky waters of the Bad River flow eastward under me. Recent rain combined with less- than-adequate buffer strips upstream to minimize cropland runoff, cause excess sedimentation resulting in murky water. Descending into the flood plain, I take in the early-morning sights and sounds of this free-flowing river and think back to what I saw upstream earlier this year where this watercourse was confined to a man-made drainage ditch. Crossing the road and continuing to explore the flood plain, I notice the leaf litter is dominated by Swamp White Oak leaves. Nearby, I spot clusters of maple flower buds that fell among maple leaf litter. Pausing by the edge of a puddle, I admire one of several artistic designs created by frozen ice crystals. Looking up, I listen to the dueling songs of a Tufted Titmouse and Eastern Phoebe. Looking down, I see a decaying stump displaying a patch of blue-green Dust Lichen and a decaying log displaying lush moss with needle-like stalks called sporophytes. Each sporophyte is topped with a capsule where spores are produced, released and grow new leafy mats. Working my way west along the river, I look up to the top of a leafless oak tree where large dark growths surround some of the branches. Called Gouty Oak Galls, these woody masses are caused by tiny wasps which first lays eggs in the twigs. The eggs become larvae that secrete chemicals that interfere with normal plant cell growth, resulting in the formation of galls. While causing some branch dieback, they are unlikely to kill the tree. Still looking up, I recognize an old Baltimore Oriole nest hanging among the flowers of a Silver Maple tree. Circling back to the flood plain, I pause to hear a distant Pileated Woodpecker and a nearby, Winter Wren. The wren is brown with dark barring on the wings, tail, and belly (stock photo). This tiny, never-seen, reclusive bird hops and scampers among fallen logs searching for upturned roots and vegetation for insects. After observing the blue sky beyond the wide-open, leafless canopy, I move back across the road to the river’s edge where I come upon a 3-inch diameter, woody Riverbank Grape vine. These vines that can reach a length of 75 feet and a diameter of 8 inches. Moving toward the car, I spot green shoots of Wild Daffodils sprouting from the leaf litter. It wouldn’t be long before this plant displays its yellow trumpet flowers surrounded by yellow petals (stock photo). 

Life in the wild

From the oak above

In the morning mist

A cooing dove

From a flowering  maple

A cardinal sings

On the earth below

A blossom clings

Nature surrounds

She wakes once more

Dressed for spring

Canopy to floor

 

D. DeGraaf