The late morning temperatures are in the mid 40’s under mostly cloudy skies and a variable north wind, as I begin hiking in the Jailhouse Trail just south of Ithaca. Right away, I come upon a Red Squirrel Midden, a large pile of discarded conifer cones and cone scales at the base of a White Pine tree. A pile like this is created over years by a single squirrel. It will tunnel into the Midden to create chambers where it caches fresh cones gathered in late summer for winter survival. From the trail, I notice patches of blossoming Daffodils growing on the forest floor. These wild patches are often indicators of abandoned homesteads, old cabins, or forgotten cemeteries. Because Daffodils are toxic to deer and other wildlife, they are rarely eaten, allowing them to naturalize and multiply over decades. On the damp ground, I spot a mound of mud that serves as the entrance to an underground tunnel system for a terrestrial burrowing crayfish (stock photo). Referred to as chimneys, they are made by digging a hole and depositing balls of mud around it. Used for accessing water, hiding from predators and reproduction, tunnels can extend 2 to 3 feet deep. Up ahead, I spot a large patch of Japanese Knotweed, a fast-growing, highly invasive plant known for its bamboo-like stems. This plant, native to Japan, China, Korea and Taiwan, is one of the most invasive plants in the world and is thought to be found on every continent besides Antarctica. In Michigan, it is a “prohibited species”. Under state law it is illegal to possess, introduce, sell, or grow Knotweed without a permit. Turning around, I examine the leaf litter where I spot a 1/3 inch Drumming Sword Wolf Spider. The spider's common name refers to the male’s courtship behavior. Upon finding a female, the male drums his appendages near the mouth and twitches his abdomen against dry leaves creating a purring or humming sound that can be heard up to 10 feet away. Off in the distance, I spot some fresh 12-inch diameter Pheasant's Back mushrooms growing on a decaying stump. While technically edible and non-toxic, this fungi is considered to have a poor taste and becomes very tough as it matures. Nearing the car, my ears perk up to the farewell call of a Northern Cardinal. By the time I exit the trail, I feel like I haven’t just walked through the woods—I’ve witnessed another shift in the season. Not dramatic, not loud, but steady and certain. Maybe that’s the real lesson from nature today. Sometimes it whispers through blossoms, breezes and birdsongs, asking only that I slow down enough to notice.
Shaded trail
Beneath the dome
Chipmunk retreats
To hidden home
On muddy ground
Ephemerals grow
Spring Beauty
Puts on a show
Beams of sun
Break the day
Birdsongs resound
Beginning of May
D. DeGraaf
