Adaptation

IMG_4246There are very few places on the planet where the temperature is ideal for human habitation all year long. Where is it 70-75 F degrees every day – Hawaii perhaps? For most of us, we have seasons where we must adapt to times of extreme cold or heat. So you pick your poison, so to speak, depending on where you choose to live.

IMG_4247Living all my life in New England, I guess you could say that I have ‘adapted’ to cold winters and the occasional heat wave in summer. Although humans have used fire for eons to stay warm, it is only with the introduction of central heating and cooling, that human population has expanded to many places that were uninhabitable except for a hardy few. As long as our exposure to the elements is buffered, we can put up with periods of extreme temperatures.

Last night the windchill was in the minus 20s F. I was so grateful to have a warm house, made all the more toasty by a wood stove, and a warm bed to snuggle into as the wind buffeted the windows.

When I do go outside, it takes several minutes to ‘suit up.’ Heavy, felt-lined boots are essential as far as I am concerned. Cold feet, hands or head spell major discomfort. Thick scarf doubled around my neck, two layers of mittens, down coat to below the knees and wool hat and I am good to go. IMG_4330If the snow is deeper than a foot, I strap on gaiters to protect my lower legs from the snow that will cling and melt, making my pants freezing cold. If the conditions are icy and dangerous for walking, I strap ice grippers, a combo of coiled wire and flexible rubber, to the bottoms of my boots to assist me in staying on my feet. I’ll never win a fashion contest, but I’ll choose comfort over looks any day.

Some days it feels like too much to do just to get out the door, but what is the alternative? Stay inside all winter? Not a chance! Occasionally, I long for the ease of walking straight outside free of the trappings, but I do that for half the year and that time will come again soon enough.

IMG_4297I often think of folks that live in colder places and wonder at their stoic capacity to deal with negative double digits F where your breath freezes in your nostrils! I’ve seen a video from Alaska where a cup of steaming coffee thrown into the air freezes before it hits the ground. It may get cold here, but never like that, thank you!

On the flip side is extreme heat – the American Southwest in summer for example – 113 degrees F day after day – oh, ouch on that! Or the discomfort of heavy humidity in the Southeastern US. How do they do it, I wonder? You adapt to your surroundings. We all do or we move.

So even though I may dream about life in a warmer climate that doesn’t involve shoveling snow or dealing with freezing rain, I am adapted to New England and will put up with a bit of seasonal discomfort in order to experience all that the four seasons have to offer in their elemental variety.

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Winter

IMG_4203Yesterday we had another snowstorm that dumped a foot of snow upon us. Fortunately, we could stay home and watch it from our windows and didn’t have to drive anywhere. It was accompanied by a bitterly cold wind that made it less than pleasant to be outside.

IMG_4190However, the dog needs walking and snow must be removed from the driveway, walks and deck, so out we went as the temperature dropped at the end of the day.

Wren, our new dog, loves the snow and cavorts like a puppy, bounding through the drifts. Being only a year or so old, she has lots of energy! While I shovel and my spouse uses the snowblower to clear the blessedly dry and light mounds of the white stuff, Wren barks enthusiastically and digs feverishly through the snow searching for the voles and mice she undoubtedly smells.

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The bird feeders were very busy all day and today as well as the temperature hovers in the mid-teens and with the windchill feels like the negative teens. You’ll have to forgive the fact that my photos today understandably are taken from inside the house!

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Color in winter~I spy two bluejays, bright yellow corncob, red-bellied woodpecker and a cardinal!

I will go out later to snowshoe the trails, but I’m not keen on taking the camera out there despite the beauty that awaits capture. I will absorb it into my memory instead.

IMG_4218The larger tree branches are outlined in white, the evergreens are heavily frosted with drifted snow and the river looks black against the smooth sculpted curves of snow that soften its edges. Truly a winter wonderland, and despite the beastly cold wind, a lovely place to be.

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Ice Fantastic

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Ice is the perfect Rorschach test. When I look at these photos of the waterfall ice, I see all sorts of things among the patterns of light and dark, clear and opaque. IMG_4037Do you see the Buddha in the cave?

IMG_4039Or how about this crackle glazing on a moss and lichen covered boulder? Looks like reptile skin to me.

IMG_4035Speaking of reptilian, I see a dinosaur skull with eye socket and sharp teeth. How about you? You can see the water flowing behind the creature’s mouth. It may be simple entertainment, but it gets me out in the fresh air to enjoy the Ice Fantastic!

 

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Waterfall Ice

IMG_4046Each winter, our waterfall becomes ice encrusted as soon as the temperatures fall below freezing. As the water continues to fall and freeze, amazing ice formations grow, which I find fascinating and beautiful. IMG_4020Every day brings a different configuration.

Warmer weather or rain can increase the down flow, melting the ice and diminishing the varying forms which then build up once it freezes again.

IMG_4058Long stalactites form like sharp teeth, growing longer every day. Even more interesting are the stalagmites that form below water dripping from above or splashing repeatedly over the base of the waterfall. I like the round mounds that look like marbles all glued together. In the photo below, the icicles have fused with the ‘marbles’ that formed over mossy stones and bits of autumn leaves.

IMG_4024The ice grows inward from the edges, eventually closing off the stream except for a few pockets where the flow is very rapid. Often hoar frost will form and create feathered edges around these openings.

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One more example of the beautiful art exhibits offered to us by Nature for our winter enjoyment!

 

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River Ice

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Last Sunday’s rain storm raised the water level on the river by about six feet, breaking up the frozen ice into large chunks that were four to twelve inches thick. Flowing downstream in the flood, some of these icebergs stuck in an eddy in the bend of the river below the bluff and were left in stacks up to five feet deep when the water receded.

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This one deposited high above the water on the rocks, is about a foot deep, four feet wide and five feet long. The branches of multiflora rose hips to the right gives you some sense of scale.

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Each floe had a varied grain depending on how cold it was when each layer froze and how clear or turbulent was the water at that time. Some were the loveliest aquamarine color, while others were crystal clear, solid snow-white, in-between opaque or muddy brown.

IMG_4106This piece looked like the prow of a boat sticking up five feet above the water. In this photo you can see how high the water was and note how it is refreezing again at water level.

IMG_4086It was like a large art installation made with ice blocks that I walked around (very carefully!) to explore. Nature’s museum always offers the best exhibits, don’t you think?

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Eastern Wild Turkeys

IMG_4001About two dozen Eastern wild turkeys (Meleagris gallopavo silvestris) strolled through the yard today scouring the ground for tidbits. Omnivorous, they especially favor acorns, other tree nuts, seeds, berries and insects.

Although we’ve had freezing rain all day and the lighting was not optimal, I attempted a few photos anyway. It’s always a thrill to have a large flock pass through. Lacking a male beard (a specialized tuft of feathers arising from the chest), my guess is that these are a few hens with last summer’s brood. Each hen lays an average of a dozen eggs with hatchling mortality after a month being 53-73%. After the poults hatch out, the hens often flock together for safety.

IMG_3996Not particularly attractive birds at the unfeathered head (they remind me of vultures), their feathers are a lovely iridescent over brown and black, with wings that are striped brown and white.

Source: ARKive.org

Source: ARKive.org

Males can reach thirty pounds and a height of four feet – that is one big bird! Despite their size, they are agile and quick to fly at the least sign of danger. Their eyesight is very keen and alert to any movement, they will even notice someone inside a house.

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According to the MA Division of Fisheries and Wildlife:

At the time of Colonial settlement, wild turkeys were found nearly throughout Massachusetts. They were probably absent from Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket, and perhaps the higher mountain areas in the northwest part of the state. As settlement progressed and land was cleared for buildings and agriculture, turkey populations diminished. By 1800, turkeys were quite rare in Massachusetts, and by 1851 they had disappeared.

Between 1911 and 1967 at least 9 attempts in 5 counties were undertaken to restore turkeys to Massachusetts. Eight failed (probably because of the use of pen-raised stock; and one established a very marginal population which persisted only with supplemental feeding.

In 1972-73, with the cooperation of the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation,  MassWildlife personnel live-trapped 37 turkeys in southwestern New York and released them in Beartown State Forest in southern Berkshire County. By 1976, these birds had successfully established themselves and by 1978 this restoration effort was declared a success.

Beginning in 1978, MassWildlife began live-trapping turkeys from the Berkshires and releasing them in other suitable habitat statewide. Between 1979 and 1996, a total of 26 releases involving 561 turkeys (192 males, 369 females) were made in 10 counties.

The turkeys in my photos are most likely descendants from a flock of 14 (6 males, 8 females) that were released 7 miles away in 1981-82, the third capture and release the program performed.

Nationwide, the population of wild turkeys in the 1952 was 320,000. Thanks to restoration efforts, they now number over six million.

 

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Frozen Lace

Frozen Lace

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Lacy ice formations along the stream, fleeting and ephemeral, are abstract works of art.

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Painted Sky

IMG_2291Painted like a giant watercolor, the sky is awash in orange and lavender. The clouds are varied, from misty fog bank to lightly scalloped eddies of wind-driven moisture. The tree silhouettes are the western edge of my yard, a scene familiar and dear to me. Over nearly a quarter of a century, these trees and I have grown a lot, side by side, together. They are like family, providing a backdrop to my existence.

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On Joy and Sorrow

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On Joy and Sorrow from The Prophet
 by Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Joy and sorrow come to us as we wend our way through life. We run towards joy and away from sorrow, but as Gibran states, they are inseparable. Learning to live a balanced life is the best we can do.

IMG_5550In October, our beloved dog Ruby was released from her struggle with cancer and though it broke our hearts to say goodbye, after eleven and a half years, it was her time. She had been my ‘bubblegum,’ never leaving my side and I mourned her loss acutely. My daily walks without her company were the worst. I would cry nearly every time I went out and told myself I would learn to walk alone. Then one day after five weeks, I realized that I had gone through half my walk before thinking of her. I was recovering my balance.

Another few weeks went by and I realized I wanted no longer to walk alone. I had a hole in my heart that only a dog would fill. The love, affection and companionship of a dog was missing and I wanted it again. As did my family, who felt the loss of Ruby as I did. We have a good home to offer a pet (heaven on earth, really) and the knowledge that thousands of wonderful dogs are euthanized daily because there is no one to adopt them, moved me.

So I began to look at area rescue shelters, many of which save dogs from kill shelters down South, where there are a great many unwanted pets. After a few days, one caught my eye. A lab mix with a good disposition, a little over a year old, pulled from a shelter in South Carolina, stated to get along with pets (we have two cats) and children (we have young neighbors). I sent in the application and set up a meeting time. Well, what was not to love? She was the sweetest dog ever! We adopted ‘Wren’ at the end of December and she has already brought our home so much love and light. And yes, joy.

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Repurpose Your Tree

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Source: www.birds.Cornell.edu blog

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