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August 01, 2012

Notes and changes since last report:

  • 75°F, cloudy and breezy at 10:45 AM, becoming brighter and warmer for a while.
  • Temps have been holding in the 80s and there have been showers and occasional rain every several days.
  • Three pairs of eyes today helped make more observations.
  • I don't usually select a feature photo from "the previous week" let alone off the usual route. Today, however...

The Trails

  • An eastern tailed-blue found one of us tasty, making "proceed with caution" a necessity on our part.
  • A moth flew into and might have escaped from an orb-weaver's well worn web, but the spider was quick.
  • In an amazing feat of deception, I coaxed the camera's well meaning, but misguided auto-focus onto a halloween pennant.
  • Oh yes, goldenrods, I realized, were beginning to bloom.
  • So were red chanterelles at the back of the Old Pasture - if mushrooms can be said to bloom.
  • I couldn't pass up the opportunity to snap a female dun skipper perfectly posed.
  • I'd spent some time last season on the Wappinger Creek Trail dealing with the first appearance of the recent invasive, Japanese stilt grass. Obviously, not enough time. The shiny mid-rib distinguishes it from a similar native grass. The extra stilt-like roots it puts down will confirm its ID.
  • In the Fern Glen, the antennae and proboscis were the flaw in the disguise. This was not the gentle (usually) pollen and nectar foraging bumble bee, but a predatious robber fly.
  • At the back of the pond, sneezeweed was beginning to bloom. Each dot in the cone is considered an individual flower.
  • Around the corner, sweet pepperbush was already filling the air with its scent even at this early stage.
  • In the shrub swamp, a red-spotted purple stopped to soak up some sun.
  • On the way out of the Glen, the broad leaf of zigzag goldenrod was easy to recognize.
  • I paused as I came upon the dead tree as Cary Pines Trail heads towards the Old Gravel Pit.
  • It was one tiny mushroom that I'd noticed.
  • Of course the more you look the more you find. I recognized a bright, white fungus from elsewhere the year before.
  • And likewise some screaming pink balls.
  • Another tiny black mushroom rose above a plain of moss.
  • By now it had clouded over again and I'd left my lunch in the car. Time to move on.
Sightings