May 19

Saturday was a good day at Forest Hill for a hike with my dog, Remi. The midday weather was sunny with a temperature of 78 degrees and a gentle west wind. When I arrived at the crest of the hill, I gazed west at the lush landscape. I sauntered down to Mallard Marsh where I paused to see a goose, a gander and two goslings swimming quietly. I looked down and spotted a Leopard Frog in the shallows. Hiking through Bobolink Meadow, I observed a male Redwing Blackbird hovering above me as he defended his nesting area with loud calls. At the entrance to North Woods, I turned south and headed toward Willow Wallow where I spotted some tiny Common Chickweed flowers hidden in the grassy path. Passing the pond, I began circling Succession Field. I stopped by to look at the deer remains partially hidden by tall grass. Continuing around the field, I noticed several Pearl Crescent Butterflies pollinating white clover blossoms on the trail. Also, I spotted a beautiful Indigo Bunting moving through the trees. Suddenly, a turkey hen came out of the tall grass near the trail and noisily few off. Next, I turned north back toward Willow Wallow and noticed lots of Rough-fruited Cinquefoil growing next to the trail. Also, I began to see young Milkweed plants showing up. I walked east along the edge of the pond that was covered with green algae. Next, I came upon some thorny Blackberry bushes that were flowering. Ascending Reflection Hill, I stopped to look west at Artist Overlook. I walked south down the hill past Frog Fen and continued toward Brady Cemetery where I heard a snort and looked up to see a deer running south toward the neighbor’s wheat field. Passing the cemetery, I walked into Native Grassland where I spotted lots of Common Fleabane. In the old days folks dried and burned this plant, letting the smoke fill their homes. It was thought the fumes from the smoldering leaves and stems would act as a fumigant and repellant—killing, or at least driving out any fleas in the dwelling, and preventing their return for some time afterwards. Unfortunately, modern scientific tests show absolutely no effects on contemporary fleas. I headed north and paused again to observe Grebe Pond where no waterfowl were seen. I continued north past the Classroom Building and came to the van. Finally, it was time to hit the road for home.

To the 5th month

For which the flowers bloom

Blue skies open

And mornings dew!

The birds sing,

And fly to me and you!

Where fields are green

With grass, so sweet!

Where you can run

And forever leap!

To the 5th month

Where new joys bring

Where the sun stays longer

And the clouds never blink.

Dustin A. Grimes

May 12

Saturday was a good day at Forest Hill for a hike with my dog, Remi. The early morning weather was mostly cloudy with a temperature of 60 degrees and no wind. However, storm clouds and thunder were evident in the southeast. For a change, I planned to reverse my course and begin at the barn where I saw some Creeping Yellow Cress growing near the concrete ramp. Also, I was pleased to see my first Common Yellowthroat of the season. One of the most widespread warblers in North America, this bird, despite its name, can be an uncommon sight. Often elusive and difficult to see, this bird is more often identified by its song. Hiking south into Native Grassland, I paused at Grebe Pond and noticed one family of geese with three goslings and one with two swimming near the middle. I continued south to Brady Cemetery where I spotted a male Baltimore oriole perching and singing high in a cottonwood tree. I passed the cemetery and turned north toward Frog Fen where I saw that the Red Osier Dogwood were beginning to blossom. I turned west and followed south trail toward Sora Swale. I took the short trail north and paused on the east side of the pond. I got back on south trail and stopped at Artist Overlook to gaze at lush Willow Wallow. I entered Succession Field and followed the trail west along the edge of South Woods. Entering the woods, I immediately noticed a few deer running ahead of me. I hiked along the edge of Swanson Swamp where I saw some Morning Star Sedge. Exiting the woods, I continued around Succession Field where I spotted some Black Willow trees going to seed. At the entrance to North Woods, I was surprised to see horse tracks on the muddy trail. Continuing into the woods, I hiked east where I noticed how shady it was as the newly formed leaves blocked the daylight. Suddenly, a Fox Squirrel ran across the leaf litter and scampered up a tree. Exiting the woods, I walked through Bobolink Meadow and once again hoped the Bobolinks would return soon from their migration to nest here. This bird would be noted for one of the longest migrations in the western hemisphere—a round trip to South America of approximately 12,400 miles. Bobolinks nest in hayfields and meadows across the northern United States and southern Canada during the northern summer months of May through early July. Walking along Mallard Marsh, I had to watch out for goose scat on the trail. Also, I noticed a Spotted toad sitting on a dead cattail stalk near the shore. Finally, I climbed the hill, passed the newly painted Storage Building and arrived at the van. Another great hike was over so we headed for home.

Trees that went to bed last fall Are suddenly waking up And stretching limbs to take a drink From springtime's festive cup. She's pouring out the smell of flowers, Opening wide her drapes of love, And sprinkling colors everywhere To delight the lovers of This season. She kept her word that She'd return to light the dawn With new things (born of winter's death) For the world to build upon.

Tom Kraft

May 5

Saturday was a good day at Forest Hill for a hike with my dog, Remi. The early morning weather was partly sunny with a temperature of 48 degrees and a slight wind out of the northeast. I started out, stopped at the propane tank and opened the metal cap to see a nest of sleeping baby Starlings. At the crest of the hill, I scanned the early May landscape. Walking past Mallard Marsh, I noticed the male Redwing Blackbirds were more visible and vocal as they perched in trees to protect their nesting area. On the trail sat an American Toad. I wandered through Bobolink Meadow, entered North Woods and followed the trail west where I saw some beautiful Wild Geraniums. Early Native Americans recognized the value of this plant and used it as an ingredient in many medicinal treatments. Chippewa Indians used dried, powdered rhizomes mixed with grape juice as a mouthwash for children with thrush. A poultice from the base or pounded roots of the plant was used to treat burns and hemorrhoids. The leaves and roots were used to treat sore throats, hemorrhages, gonorrhea and cholera. At the large vernal pond, two male Mallards took off and flew north. As I crossed over the boardwalk, I spotted some blue Woodland Phlox and smelled the fragrant blossoms. Continuing west, I spotted six deer running silently through the underbrush. Exiting the woods, I stopped to observe what was left of the decomposed deer carcass. Circling Succession Field, I walked over to investigate the tent caterpillar nest that had turned brown from all the feces. I entered South Woods and hiked along the edge of Swanson Swamp where I observed three colorful male Wood Ducks as well as one female taking off and letting out their familiar call. I walked a little further and another male Wood Duck took off. I passed Swanson Swamp and noticed one of many Jack-in-the-pulpits. This plant contains calcium oxalate crystals and eating it results in a powerful burning sensation. It can cause irritation of the mouth and digestive system. On rare occasions the swelling of the mouth and throat may be severe enough to affect breathing. Near the exit of the woods, I noticed some of the May apple plants had lovely white blossoms. I stopped to smell their sweet fragrance. I continued to Artist Overlook and gazed at Sora Swale where I could hear a single Spring Peeper. Continuing along the South Trail, I saw blossoms of both pink and white Honeysuckle. At Frog Fen, I turned toward Brady Cemetery. I entered the cemetery and walked over to a patch of Pussy Toes sticking up from the lawn. Leaving the cemetery, I hiked into Native Grassland and paused at Grebe Pond to see and hear one Canada goose. I headed toward the barn and arrived back at the Classroom Building. Finally, I came to the van and took off for home.

Walking in the woods


On this fine spring day


Blue sky above, footsteps below


Birds in the trees


Singing songs of May


Birdsong above, footsteps below


Breeze tickled leaves


Whispering.."come, this way"


Breeze above, footsteps below


Walking in the woods


On this fine spring day


Celebrating life above, with my footsteps below.

by Jerrilyn Swersky

April 28

Saturday was a good day at Forest Hill for a hike with my dog, Remi. The early morning weather was mostly cloudy with a temperature of 37 degrees and a slight east wind. At the crest of the hill, I paused to ponder the view to the west. I descended the hill, passed Mallard Marsh and meandered through Bobolink Meadow, where I noticed many Dandelion blossoms had gone to seed. I followed the trail into North Woods where I spotted a few Yellow Violets. Continuing west, I came to the boardwalk and paused to look over the overflowing vernal pond. Before exiting the woods, I got off the trail and continued west about 30 yards to find a patch of Wild Leeks or Ramps. The mountain folk of Appalachia have long celebrated spring with the arrival of the ramp, believing it to have great power as a tonic to ward off many ailments of winter. Indeed, ramp's vitamin and mineral content did bolster the health of people who went without many green vegetables during the winter. Much to my surprise, I also saw my first Trillium growing close by. This is one of many plants whose seeds are spread by ants. At maturity, the base and core of the trillium ovary turns soft and spongy. The ants take the seeds and the decaying ovary to their nest, where they eat the ovary and put the seeds in their garbage, where they germinate in a rich growing medium. Exiting the woods, I followed the trail around Succession Field, where I noticed it was dotted with very tiny white blossoms of Thyme-leaf Speedwell. Continuing on, I stopped to observe and smell the white blossoms on a Wild Black Cherry tree. While standing there, I recalled earlier in the week being excited to see and hear a rare male Ruby Crowned Kinglet perched on a tree nearby. I suspected this small bird was heading to its summer breeding habitat in the spruce-fir forests of the northern, mountainous United States or Canada. Next, I got off the trail to investigate a small tree that had a silky nest of Tent Caterpillars attached to it. I entered South Woods and hiked along the edge of Swanson Swamp where I observed several spore stalks of Sensitive Fern. Exiting the woods, I continued past Artist Overlook along the edge of Sora Swale. I turned east and then turned south off the trail to the edge of the neighbor’s field to observe a patch of white flowers of Hoary Cress, considered a noxious weed by farmers. Back on the south trail, I came to Frog Fen and turned toward Brady Cemetery. I passed the cemetery and entered Native Grassland to see that it was greening up since the controlled burn 3 weeks ago. I continued north past Grebe Pond and came to the Classroom Building where I spotted a rabbit sitting on the lawn. Finally, we jumped in the van and took off for civilization.

Signs of spring are here and there

Woods trail is muddy and bare

Colorful blossoms dot the ground

Pond frogs make their sound

Wood ducks takes to flight

Awakened squirrel is in sight

Call of a goose is loud and clear

Woodpecker drums very near

Blades of grass peak through

Giving the meadow a greenish hue

Returning Grebes begin to dive

Mother Nature is coming alive.

D. DeGraaf

April 21

Saturday was a good day at Forest Hill for a hike with my dog, Remi. The early morning weather was sunny with a temperature of 35 degrees and a brisk north wind. Before starting out, I gazed west to notice the continual greening of forest and field. I walked down the hill and paused at Mallard Marsh. While hiking through Bobolink Meadow, I noticed some yellow blossoms of Wild Mustard popping up. At the entrance to North Woods I saw some white blossoms of Wild Strawberry. Western Indians made a tea from the dried strawberry plant leaves to treat kidney trouble and helped relieve stomach trouble. Indians made bitters from wild strawberry roots and used it as a tonic and blood purifier after a long, cold winter. Also, I noticed the vegetative stage of Horsetail plants beginning to appear. I entered the woods where I spotted some fresh shelf fungi at the base of a tree. Continuing west along the trail, I could see some young ferns beginning to grow. Exiting the woods, I followed the trail around Succession Field where I could clearly hear a Field Sparrow singing. I entered South Woods and paused at Swanson Swamp. Exiting the woods, I headed east and observed the beautiful pinkish-white blossoms on a Wild Apple tree. I headed toward Artist Overlook when I heard the call of a Pied-billed Grebe by Willow Wallow, so I turned north and headed in that direction. I walked along the edge of the pond just as the Grebe dove under the water and disappeared. In the meantime a Muskrat swam rapidly across the pond. Also, I saw a pair of Geese with 4 goslings swimming quietly. I climbed up the west side of Reflection Hill just in time to see a Tree Swallow perched on the birdhouse. Walking south down the hill past Frog Fen, I headed toward Brady Cemetery where I could clearly make out the brown needles on the White Pine trees due to heat damage from the recent grass fire. Passing the cemetery, I entered Native Grassland where I wasn’t surprised to see the deep-rooted Burdock plants beginning to grow in the burn area. I hiked north along the edge of Grebe Pond and stopped by a small cattail marsh where I counted 3 Common Snipes taking off. This bird is well camouflaged and shy, concealing itself close to ground vegetation and flushing only when approached closely. When flushed, they make a distinctive sound and fly off in a series of aerial zigzags to confuse predators. They forage in soft mud, probing or picking up insects and earthworms as well as some plant material. I finally reached the Classroom Building and concluded another hike. So the dog and I got in the van and turned for home.

O give me the woods, the budding woods,


In the gentle time of spring,


When her dantiest robe o'er tree and shrub


With a noiseless hand she flings;


When the warbling notes of the birds do float,


As from their southern home


To their place of rest in the olden nest,


On gladsome wing they come.

Mary T. Lathrap

April 14

Saturday was a good day at Forest Hill for a hike with my dog, Remi. The early morning weather was mostly cloudy with a temperature of 53 degrees and a slight breeze out of the southwest. Walking past the Storage Building, I noticed a patch of Purple Deadnettle growing next to the propane tank. Though similar to stinging nettle in appearance, it is not related and does not sting, hence the name "deadnettle". Young plants have edible tops and leaves, are good in salads or in stir fry as a spring vegetable. If finely chopped it can also be used in sauces, but there is little to recommend about its flavor. Before descending the hill toward Mallard Marsh, I scanned the landscape to the west. I passed the pond and continued through Bobolink Meadow where a rooster pheasant scampered across the trail far ahead. Entering North Woods, I looked down to see some blossoms of Marsh Blue Violet emerging from the leaf litter. The tender young leaves can be added to salads, boiled to make a palatable cooked green or added to soups as an okra-like thickener. Even though they are somewhat bland and are best mixed with other greens, they are rich in Vitamins A and C. The dried leaves can be made into tea. The flowers can be candied. I continued on the trail west and exited the woods where I stopped by the decomposing deer carcass to see small green Scarab beetles and Carrion Beetle Larvae feeding on the remains. I continued around the west end of Succession Field and entered South Woods. I paused at the edge of Swanson Swamp and once again did not see the mother goose on her nest. I exited South Woods, passed Artist Overlook and continued around to the east side of Sora Swale. Hiking along south trail, I turned at Frog Fen and headed south toward Brady Cemetery. I passed the cemetery and turned north into Native Grassland where I looked over the blackened landscape and smelled the charred vegetation from last week’s controlled burn. Fire has always been a partner with healthy prairies. Native Americans and Euro-Americans set prairie fires to help hunt animals and clear the land. Prairies are managed and maintained by prescribed burns. During each burn, non-native plants are removed, allowing prairie plants more nutrients and room to grow. Prairie plants can survive fires since they have deep roots and grow from a point underground. Prairies are burned at regular intervals to help keep them healthy. I continued past Grebe Pond where I observed a Common Grackle perched high in a tree. Finally, I walked past the barn, got in the van and headed for home.

Awakened leaves


Sprout innumerable green dashes –


Like a painter brushing


New thoughts


On brown branches.

Bright birds sing and chatter,


Spring bursts


Everywhere.


And the clear scent of flowers


Lifts heavenly fair.

The cycle of living


Is once more enhanced,


As renewed life


Has quickened


Nature to dance.

Donna Lyon Rhose

April 7

Saturday was a good day at Forest Hill for a hike with my dog, Remi. The early morning weather was sunny with a temperature of 35 degrees and no wind. Before starting out, I looked out over the western landscape. I descended the hill and paused at Mallard Marsh where I was surprised to see several green shoots of Cattails emerging from the water’s edge. Continuing through Bobolink Meadow, I stopped at the entrance to North Woods to notice clusters of samaras hanging from the Red Maples. I entered the woods and followed the trail west where I spotted two Downy Woodpeckers flying among the trees. Also, I noticed a 30 ft. tree had fallen next to the path. I exited the woods, went over to the deer remains and saw that little had changed since last week. Circling Succession Field, I entered South Woods and hiked along the edge of Swanson Swamp where I noticed the mother goose was not sitting on her nest. Also, I noticed the Witch Hazel trees were beginning to leaf out. Leaving the woods, I saw lots of Trout Lilly leaves growing from the leaf litter. I looked forward to seeing the beautiful yellow flowers that would soon appear. I continued onto Artist Overlook where I stopped to view Sora Swale and observed my first Tree Swallows of the season as two were swooping near the pond surface. Also, a single noisy goose flew in from the east and landed on the pond. I followed the south trail to Frog Fen and gazed up a Reflection Hill. I turned south and headed toward Brady Cemetery where I noticed some pine branches laying on the ground, charred from the recent grass fire. I passed the cemetery and entered Native Grassland where the dead, standing vegetation had been cut as we planned to resume the controlled burn this afternoon. I continued north and spotted two male Mallards and three Geese on a mirror-like Grebe Pond. Before ending the hike, I walked by the Observation Deck and down to the pond to check out the dock. Arriving back at the Classroom Building, I spotted the white blossoms of Shepherd’s Purse growing along the south side. A member of the mustard family, this weedy annual has flat, heart-shaped pods. Shepherd’s purse is an astringent diuretic herb with good urinary antiseptic, as well as blood coagulant properties. The odor of the plant is peculiar and rather unpleasant. It has an aromatic and biting taste. Shepherd’s Purse is used to treat diarrhea, treat and prevent duodenal ulcers. Since it stops internal and external bleeding, it is used as a wound remedy. Finally, Remi and I got in the van and headed for home.

The wonders of nature bring into full bloom


It's colors and signs of seasonal bliss


It draws the heart toward it's vividful views


And unto the things that it should not miss



It's creatures that are drawn out from their dens


Bring warmful views to the earth once more


That they would grow and produce in a thriving state


In abundance of all it's galore

Min Kim