Going to the Church of Mother Nature on a Sunday Maine morning
Heading south on the Madagascal
Going to the Church of Mother Nature on a Sunday Maine morning
A fairly uncommon sight along the Madagascal stream during mid-day: most turtles that decide to sun themselves also decide to dive under if humans in canoes approach. The log sticking out of the water is a more common sight. The stream was used in days gone by to transport logs from the Lincoln, Maine, area south to the mills at Oldtown.
When looking closely at dragon flies, one thinks it is a good thing they are not the size of, say, an eagle.
Many years ago, man-made and beaver-made dams raised the water level of the Madagascal stream to the extent that sections of the larger trees in the adjacent forest died.
Cruising along the Madagascal stream somewhere in the Maine woods beyond the reach of power and complications
This is another chickadee at another bog. We watched a pair of them preparing a nest in a rotted tree stump similar to our previous post weeks ago. This time they were sensitive to my approach and I was unable to get any useful nesting shots.
Last weekend on a trip to the no-name pond resulted in our catching sight of a variety of smaller species like the warblers. We think this is a palm warbler even though the characteristic brown streaks on the belly are missing.
Along the shore at the no-name pond, several warblers flew around the trees at the shoreline. Here is a male yellow-rumped warbler – we think.
We saw a pair of deer several times during this mid-week patrol over to the far bog.