I’ve been mulling over what to do with my nature blog. It has been about nine months since I posted anything there. I’m thinking of trying to import the content to Across the Page and include the occasional nature post here instead of maintaining a separate blog. It’s not that I’ve lost interest, only that the places have become familiar enough that I don’t take as many pictures.
A few weeks ago, I learned that Ezra, the male hawk in Cornell’s red-tail nest cam, had died. We haven’t followed the cam closely since 2012, the first year it was installed, but it was sad news that brought back memories of the trips our family had made to the Cornell campus to observe and photograph the hawk pair.
It has been awhile since we visited the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, so yesterday we took a ride up there to experience a gorgeous early spring day. Flowers were beginning to bloom, and yellow was the color of the day.
We drank in the colors and the light reflecting off the moss and water.
I never noticed before, but the boardwalk/bridge has a crazy curve to it. Leaning over the rail, we watched some minnows sporting in the current.
There are no leaves out to speak of yet, but the trees furnished an interesting variety of textures and patterns in their bark, mosses, and lichens.
At one trail intersection, I heard a faint tapping sound. Turning in search of the culprit, I saw a spray of sawdust flung out to the left from a tall, slender trunk. It turned out to be a chickadee, excavating a nest cavity.
Older Daughter and I crept around to the other side and watched him/her work.
Eventually the chickadee noticed us.
That was the end of the party. But it’s always a treat to see one of the “little people of the Green Meadows and Green Forest” (as Thornton Burgess calls them) about their business.
There were a few others as well. The pond was chock full of turtles sunning themselves on logs, and big snapping turtles showing only a head and the dome of a huge shell as they cruised the water. This little painted turtle found a private lounge to hang out — or rather, hang on.
I’m not a huge fan of geese, but there was a pair of them in a little, green-scummed pond hidden away from the main drag, and I have to admit that the male had an air of distinction.
On the whole, it was an easy, very pleasant walk that satisfied the girls and I with sounds and colors of spring.