We journeyed north this past weekend. Beyond the Penobscot River. Beyond Passadumkeag ridge and almost to the land of the Passamaquoddy. The fall season is in full bloom, or not.
Autumn on the Madagascal
We journeyed north this past weekend. Beyond the Penobscot River. Beyond Passadumkeag ridge and almost to the land of the Passamaquoddy. The fall season is in full bloom, or not.
The drought conditions around the local woods is severe for the small ponds, bogs, and streams. The streams feeding and draining the nearby bogs are not just low, they are absolutely dry. Here is a small beaver out in the far bog, immersed in duck weed that lies in the lowest water level seen in thirty years. It is similarly amazing that the foliage in the bog and the surrounding woods has been thick and brilliantly green all summer.
The black ducks of Woodbury Pond visit the little inlet near our house when the wind comes from the south or west. They are sensitive to visitors usually and peaking through the trees sometimes works.
We have not seen a hummingbird around our feeder during the last week or so. The temperatures have drifted toward freezing at night and the local drought has diminished the size of wild flowers, probably decreasing the quantity of available nectar. I think the Maine flocks have out-migrated. The bird shown was seen at the far bog more than a week ago.
While visiting the Webber-Rogers conservation land, we found a variety of birds foraging among the reeds along Potters Brook. This species is a warbler? Sparrow?
On our recent patrol to the far bog we saw a number of birds we haven’t seen most of the summer. The goldfinches were prominent.
The noise of a modestly sized wood pecker caught my attention while walking along the far bog several weeks ago. It wasn’t easy to locate the bird and, when I did, I only got a quick glimpse on a dead tree top. With the benefit of post-capture processing, I was able to identify it as ….. not sure? A scruffy downy woodpecker is all I can assume so far.
On a late afternoon bird photo mission, I managed to catch a solitary beaver investigating the edge of the marsh along Potters Brook.
On a mid-afternoon walk in the backwoods, as we passed an out-of-production hayfield, a whole family-plus-neighbors waddled slowly away from us.