Fall lingers. We had expected a more abrupt transition to wintry weather. Instead, our weather has been entertainingly variable–frosty and winter-like for a day or two, followed by stretches of balmy weather, then slow drizzle, with two wild days of high winds that stripped most leaves from the trees.
Except for the oaks. Their leaves turned well after the maples and, even though it’s November, continue to glow with yellow, rust, and reddish brown. Likewise, the blueberry fields remain brilliant, startling flashes of red on the hillsides.
October gave us spectacular sunrises, with cold night air creating dense fog over the lakes and river below us. The fog beautifully dissipated into rising mist as the morning air warmed. Moonrises and sunsets were equally dramatic. As the leaves have fallen, we have even more sky to watch.Our normal quiet has been broken by the seasonal sounds of chainsaws, gunshots, and coyotes. Hunting season is underway and this past week we have woken to middle-of-the-night frenzied coyote howls. We have not seen our fox family in several months and suspect that the coyotes have moved in on their territory. I hope not. We miss the foxes.
Our local wild turkey flock seems to be dodging the hunters and coyotes. We have watched the young birds grow up this summer. Here they are in late August, when they first started coming by. By September 18, the young ones were about three-quarters grown. Now, they are adult-sized (and still shy and hard to photograph). Over time the flock gradually decreased in numbers but they have survived pretty well and make quite an impressive crew now that they are all full grown.
To the dismay of our regular bird visitors, the berries attract flocks of robins, starlings, and grackles that noisily descend, feed, and leave.I love the berry colors, especially bittersweet, which is an invasive, strangling vine, hated by many. I also am transfixed by milkweed seeds emerging from the pods and drifting on the wind. I even picked a pod I especially liked that was at an angle I couldn’t photograph and propped it up on a stump to get a shot.
I’m sure the local driving by thought I was raving mad.
More on the fall work in a later post.