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Driving along a dirt road in the dim light of pre-dawn is invigorating. The condition of the road demands slow speed. With the windows down it almost feels chilly, even here in sub-tropical Florida. Gini confirmed she was the smartest in the group (of two) by bringing a sweatshirt which was now wrapped loosely around her neck for maximum coziness. Suddenly, the day was bright and we were seeing flowers along the roadside and scattered to infinity in the surrounding scrub habitat. White-eyed Vireos greeted us with song, woodpeckers hammered in the distance, Florida Scrub Jays squawked nearby. Our first stop.
A new day!
We have returned to the Lake Wales Ridge State Forest to get an idea of how the fall bird migration is proceeding. Also, to check on fall flowers and their insect attendants. Nature rewarded our efforts with three scoops of sweetness on our exploration waffle cone.
(https://ournaturalplaces.com/2023/08/18/the-ridge-1/)
Although we didn’t exactly see a huge influx of migratory birds today, we found plenty to be excited about. Our endemic Florida Scrub Jays were especially active. Gini heard the “rubber-ducky” squeaks of Brown-headed Nuthatches long before we saw them. Bright yellow Pine Warblers swarmed among the treetops and we seldom traveled more that a dozen yards without hearing Eastern Towhees calling.
Somebody took too many photographs. Again. Therefore, there will once more be multiple posts of our day on The Ridge.
Florida Scrub Jays remain in loose family groups throughout the year. If you find one, a half-dozen will be nearby. They are not shy. And they are loud! (I liked the second image which shows the rich color and detail of this beautiful bird.)
“Look up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a Peregirne Falcon!” Not a good photograph, but the darn bird is so fast!
Large and in charge. Brown Thrashers are quick to challenge any intruders. Those golden eyes are pretty intense.
A White-eyed Vireo takes time out from singing to snag a bug.
Florida’s “othter jay”. The Blue Jay is common throughout the middle and eastern portion of the United States. They are important members of the avian neighborhood watch committee and are the first and loudest to scream about potential danger.
We counted over a dozen Eastern Towhees today. The normal population of this section of forest has been bolstered by migrants from the north. The photograph is likely a local resident as Florida towhees have pale eyes as opposed to the red of their northern cousins.
Small and very active, gangs of Blue-gray Gnatcatchers seemed to never stop chasing insects all day long. During migration, these small songbirds gather in groups and join with Tufted Titmice, Carolina Chickadees and others for greater safety from predators.
Tops of longleaf pine trees were adorned with bright yellow decorations all over the woods. Pine Warblers jumped, ran and flitted along the branches scooping up whatever they could find as they fueled up for the trip further south. Many of these lovely warblers will remain here throughout the winter. That’s just fine with us.
Pugnacious. Some small birds such as wrens just seem to have a whole lot of “attitude”. Brown-headed Nuthatches are like that. When one spotted us, he squeaked his warning and we were quickly surrounded by the little long-beaked fluff balls. Watching them run head-first down a tree trunk is always fun.
A male Downy Woodpecker found something he liked in the crack of a dead snag. His sticky tongue darted in and out as he gobbled up whatever was in there.
We saw and heard plenty of Red-headed Woodpeckers but only one immature bird ventured close enough for a photograph. Its dark head will become bright red by spring.
The day was simply superb. We would have been quite happy to have just seen a few birds. As it turned out, we saw more. Much more. Stay tuned.
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The Sun. The Moon. Sky, earth, water. Life. Death.
Nature has it all. Spending time away from human-influenced distractions allows us to realize that nature incorporates rhythm into each and every day. I think that’s why humans invented music. A poor attempt to emulate nature’s never-ending heartbeat. A day in the forest, at the shore, in a grassy field, deep in a dark swamp – we realize that we are a part of nature. We are not quite as significant as our huge homo sapiens’ brains would have us believe. We are humbled.
On this day, Gini and I encountered the mundane and the magnificent. We savored it all. Leaving the house while it is still dark out always seems to heighten our sense of anticipation. What will we discover as the light in the east gradually brightens? Perhaps a new bird, an amazing vista, lovely flowers, predators pursuing prey? Maybe we shall simply revel in an atmosphere of clear air, no man-made noise, a view unobstructed by walls and the unspoken unadulterated joy of each other’s company.
Time passed all too quickly. It seems we had barely finished our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and it was almost noon. Several dozen instances of Gini loudly “whispering”: “Look, look at that!” and her grabbing my arm and pointing and — well, take a look.
Our driveway. Looking up. The day begins.
Mortal enemies. American Crows and Cooper’s Hawk. A meeting at the Fence of Peace, The Dove Field Boundary (according to the sign, at least).
Early in the morning, before the sun dries its golden wings, a Hyacinth Glider (Miathyria marcella) glistens. Soon, it will be difficult to find one perched as they seem to remain in flight indefinitely.
Smallest of the North American skipper butterflies, a Southern Skipperling (Copaeodes minima) greets the rising sun from its lofty leafy lookout.
I was only able to get one image of this Two-striped Forceptail (Aphylla williamsoni). We can see how it got its name and we have a glimpse of those pretty blue eyes.
Not sure, but I THINK this Red-shouldered Hawk may have spotted me attempting to sneak closer for a better photo.
A blade of grass, a bit of water. Happiness if you are a Four-spotted Pennant (Brachymesia gravida).
We discovered the larva of a Gulf Fritillary (Agraulis vanillae) butterfly working to create a chrysalis. It will remain in the protective case for 10-14 days before emerging as an adult. (The images of the adults are from earlier this year and are provided for reference.)
Migration season brings an influx of many different bird species to our semi-tropical area where they fuel up on insects before traveling further south. A very active Blue-gray Gnatcatcher did not stop for long in its pursuit of breakfast.
Circle of life moment. An adult male Eastern Pondhawk (Erythemis simplicicollis) captured what appears to be a Blue Dasher (Pachydiplax longipennis). It took about three minutes for the larger dragonfly to consume its smaller cousin.
We were fascinated to watch this Carpenter-mimic Leafcutter Bee (Megachile xylocopoides) gather nectar from the small blooms of Spanish Needles/Beggarticks (Bidens alba). This species has no “pouches” on its legs for pollen like some bees, but the pollen sticks to its abdomen.
As kids, we loved building things with Lincoln Logs. (Interesting history on the toy here: https://www.history.com/news/the-birth-of-lincoln-logs.) The unique case of Abbot’s Bagworm Moth (Oiketicus abbotii) always reminds me of the old construction log toy set. The female moth remains within her portable shelter most of her life.
A smallish flycatcher, two wingbars, an eyering, olive colored upper parts. An Acadian Flycatcher, although not rare, is most certainly very uncommon around here.
“Those eyes!” The large Royal River Cruiser (Macromia taeniolata) is one of Gini’s favorite dragons. Okay. One of mine, too.
The sky reflected within a drop of water on the back of the shell of a snail. I’ll leave it to you to create your own metaphor. Or poem. Or, as we did, you could just enjoy the view.
Whew! We saw a lot today. Only a small portion has been shared. (You can thank us later.) Nature stays busy. Survival is a never-ending task. It boggles the mind to understand that this process occurs each and every day, whether we are there or not. We hope to repeat the experience soon – and often.
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During the first week of September, Gini and I spent a morning roaming around the Richloam Wildlife Management Area (WMA). The location is part of the Withlacoochee River State Forest and is within a portion of the vast Green Swamp. It’s about a 30 minute drive north of our house so we visit frequently.
As we enter the area, we pass by the state-run Florida Bass Conservation Center. It is one of two hatcheries used by Florida to stock fish in lakes throughout the peninsula. The hatchery has set aside a couple of ponds primarily for families to fish. These are seldom visited during the week and the weedy banks of the ponds and adjacent wetlands are great places for hunting dragons, other bugs and birds.
The vast WMA is accessed via a few old logging roads which can become a challenge during the wet season. This day presented no problems. Plenty of water throughout the swamp, none on the road. That’s a good thing. Our rainy summer has resulted in an abundance of fall wildflowers. All those blooms attract more than a few pollinators. All those blooms and bugs attracted – us!
Once upon a time, I relished visiting my cousin Gerald. He was studying to become an entomologist and was gracious enough to teach a curious 10-year old about biology, insects in particular and how to collect them for further study. Nets were involved. So were lights and white sheets at night. Subjects he wanted to examine were dispatched by placing them into a jar with acetone-soaked cotton in the bottom and a tight-fitting lid. Good times. He went on to receive his BS at the University of Florida and ultimately became head of the Entomology Department at the University of Miami. Gerald was born with deformities of all his limbs. Observing how he overcame challenges to become a highly regarded scientist has always been very motivating.
This trip was the first this year where summer was visibly yielding to autumn. The morning air was slightly cooler, there were only dozens of mosquitoes instead of thousands, flowers seemed to be everywhere and insects appeared to be in hyper-drive. Glorious.
Although entomologists still use jars for gathering specimens, those of us who don’t need to perform autopsies on bugs now have “digital collecting jars”. We can photograph our subjects from several angles, study their physical form, admire their beauty, “pin” them to our album and refer to them next year and they will not have deteriorated at all. We can do this without harming the insect and share our findings with anyone who might be interested.
In case you might be interested, here are the contents of today’s collecting jar.
Just because they were abundant does not mean they would hold still for a portrait. Finally, a couple of Needham’s Skimmers (Libellula needhami) took pity on me and perched for a moment.
At the beginning of the trip, it seemed as if there were impossibly blue Skyflowers (Hydrolea corymbosa) everywhere. On one, we found a fragile Crane Fly (Toxorhina magna) had stopped for a rest.
(Updated from original post.) An entomologist has informed me this is a Spider Wasp in the family Pompilidae. We saw several today which were very actively pursuing nectar, mostly among the Clustered Bushmint (Hyptis alata). Or, perhaps they were searching for spiders?
Here and there were small bright red lights shining among the deep green pines. This one is theYaupon Holly (Ilex vomitoria).
Small. Agile. Beautiful. Eastern Amberwing (Perithemis tenera).
Lots of flowers. Lots of admirers. There were plenty of Common Eastern Bumble Bees (Bombus impatiens) busily buzzing from bloom to bloom. The flower here is an attractive invasive species, Peruvian Primrosewillow (Ludwigia peruviana).
Just as busy as the bees, butterflies sipped and flitted, flitted and sipped. This one is a Dorantes Longtail (Urbanus dorantes). (Looks like a leaf-cutter bee was here.)
A specialized assassin, the Mole Cricket Hunter Wasp (Larra bicolor), was imported from South America to try and control, you guessed it, Mole Crickets, which can be an agricultural pest. The linked article is about the importation of this wasp to Florida. Interesting but a bit lengthy. (https://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/publication/IN451)
“Ooohh“, she said. I followed her gaze and agreed with her assessment. Pearl Crescent (Phyciodes tharos).
Speedy little things all over the swamp. Here’s one now. A female Blue Dasher (Pachydiplax longipennis).
A lovely large spider. With a name even bigger. Red-femured Spotted Orbweaver (Neoscona domiciliorum). I can personally vouch for the sticky strength of its web. Ptooey.
The morning came to a pleasant conclusion with the discovery of a new to us flower species. Standing water seemed to have been sprinkled with small blue stars. Blue Waterhyssop (Bacopa caroliniana) – a beautiful exclamation point on a glorious day!
The days are about to become shorter and cooler. Flowers will be abundant for a bit and we hope to fill our Digital Collecting Jar with dazzling specimens of nectar seekers. We may even share our treasures with someone special. (That would be – YOU!)
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Gini and I tend to develop a routine when it comes to exploring. When we become familiar with a particular area through repeated visits, a pattern becomes “comfortable“. Today’s visit to one of our favorite “patches” is a perfect example. Tenoroc Fish Management Area is spread out over several geographically separated venues and consists of nearly 8,000 acres. That is a bit more than we can cover in a morning. Or a year.
Since we are resigned to the fact we only have enough time and stamina to check all the trees and weeds, we follow a well-planned, finely detailed route on each trip. Which usually changes the moment we enter the place. Time of year makes a difference also. It is the kinda sorta beginning of “Autumn”, which in central Florida means some green trees and bushes are transitioning into a lovely shade of brown. The good news is a whole bunch of birds don’t care what our color scheme is as long as there are plenty of bugs to eat as they continue their journey from farther north to farther south. There are plenty of bugs.
This morning we started at one of the lakes where we have seen wading birds on past trips, then to a nice grove of hardwood trees where visiting warblers like the buffet, on past the cemetery where the Screech Owls live, to the lake with big cypress trees, a wetland bordering three lakes and a 200 acre field maintained for dove hunters. Hunting season is from late September through January but only on Saturdays. The field is bordered by pine forest and a lovely creek.
The lake with the big cypress trees is our breakfast spot. Short walks allow us to travel through diverse habitat and all the trails and unimproved roads are well-maintained. On this day we spent about four hours wandering around, roughly following our pattern. We found familiar birds, blooms and bugs as well as some surprises.
Driving through the exit gate, we both sighed contentedly and agreed there could be no better therapy session than that offered by Nature.
Breathe deeply. Come along with us and see the extraordinary.
A nice start to the day was watching a female/immature male American Redstart flit from limb to limb, flashing tail and wings with bright yellow spots to frighten insects from hiding places. Immature males look exactly like a female until a bit later in the year when they begin to darken to an adult male’s black plumage.
Favorite of the crowd, we found not one but two Green Lynx Spiders (Peucetia viridans). Ambush specialists, they don’t spin a web to capture prey. They just pounce.
Never mind that this is a mighty good-looking bug. I just like the name. Golden-reined Digger Wasp (Sphex habenus).
Although the Northern Parula warbler breeds in the area, as fall migration begins, small flocks of local and northern birds form as they begin their journey to South and Central America. Safety in numbers.
You might have guessed from the lead photograph above that we saw a few Barred Yellow (Eurema daira) butterflies today. Those were engaging in “puddling”, a process of extracting essential minerals and salts from damp soil. The two below are engaged in something quite different, but also essential.
Gini’s sharp eyes spotted these two Variegated Fritillary (Euptoieta claudia) butterflies mating in a grassy field. By the time yours truly tromped into camera range they were finished but at least lounged around for an after-party portrait.
We did not actually see a little suitcase under its wing, so this Carolina Chickadee may be one of our local residents. It will soon be joined by dozens of the little black-and-white songsters for their winter journey.
Once in awhile, one has the feeling taxonomists become a bit frustrated and occasionally burst forth with a designation just for a laugh. This is a rather handsome moth. It was nice to find one in daylight hours. It’s name? Why, obviously, it is an Olive-shaded Bird-dropping Moth (Ponometia candefacta).
A Green Anole (Anolis carolinensis) may be wondering what a bird-dropping moth tastes like. Yum.
Flocks of swallows are becoming ever larger as the season progresses. This Barn Swallow is a young bird and does not yet have the deeply forked tail of an adult.
Similar in appearance to its distant cousin, the Monarch, this Viceroy (Limenitis archippus) butterfly is quite attention-getting with its bright color.
I think this is one of the many variations of the Salt Marsh Moth larva (Estigmene acrea). Please let me know if this is not correct. Some day we’ll find an adult moth.
“What? Why, yes, you can join me for lunch. Just have a seat. A few dozen of my friends will be here soon.” Turkey Vultures are so polite.
The dove field mentioned earlier has plenty of uneven spots which remain wet all summer. These are perfect places to hunt for dragons, such as this male Band-winged Dragonlet (Erythrodiplax umbrata).
Also from the dove field is a Roseate Skimmer (Orthemis ferruginea). Its color is almost outlandish. Gini says its “beautiful“. I stand corrected. Again.
My plan worked perfectly. (It’s called “luck”.) A Roseate Skimmer (Orthemis ferruginea) and Great Pondhawk (Erythemis vesiculosa) perched together briefly.
Gini does it again. “Hey! That’s different!” She found our first-of-the-fall Northern Waterthrush skulking among the willows. Although this handsome bird has streaking similar to a thrush, it is actually a warbler.
Poised to pursue breakfast. A male Blue Dasher (Pachydiplax longipennis) is a small dragonfly which is easy to identify with its white face and colorful striped thorax.
I have to force myself to slow down and not rush past common subjects. Although I have a full archive of the White Peacock (Anartia jatrophae), each is equally beautiful.
Our morning ended with the discovery of a new plant for us. Several patches of very small and bright lavender flowers grabbed out attention. This little beauty is the Savannah False Pimpernel (Lindernia grandiflora). The plant seldom grows taller than about six inches and forms an expansive mat in wetland areas. It is nearly endemic to Florida with a few reports from Georgia.
Another ordinary day. We traveled a whopping 3.5 miles to reach a familiar place and followed our routine pattern of exploration (sort of). Some observations were wonderfully common. A few were simply extraordinary!
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We have an established routine at this spot. Begin near the boat ramp, walk along the lake shore until we reach the canal, check the big trees near the footbridge for warblers and vireos, traverse the open grassy area stopping again to inspect the scattered oaks, linger around the low wet area, look at the small pond for ducks and waders, scan the tall lights around the soccer field for Osprey or owl nests.
Wait. Soccer field?
Yep. Today we traveled a whole 3.25 miles from the house into the city. Although not a large metropolis, a population of over 100,000 means plenty of traffic, big buildings, dense downtown business district and all the positive and negative social influences of that many humans living in proximity to one another.
The city planners have done a fair job creating oases throughout the concrete jungle where urban dwellers can find a respite from the daily hustle and bustle of life and relax by the side of a lake, walk in the shade of aged oak trees or nap on a bench under the rustling fronds of a palm tree. These spots are magnets for picnics, jogging, dog walking, something called “disc golf” and many other pursuits which can cause the parks to become crowded, especially on weekends.
If we visit on a weekday just as the gates open, crowds are not normally an issue. A few runners and dog-walkers don’t present a problem and they typically follow the paved pathways. We do not. (Surprise!)
The magic formula of trees, bushes and water attract an amazing variety of life forms other than humans. In the late fall, it is not unusual to see over 50 species of birds at the park we are visiting. Today we did not keep an accurate tally but observed at least 30 different species, which is normal for most of the year. Fish in the lake, bountiful insect populations, small mammals – plenty of food for a variety of hunters.
We did not enounter any unexpected surprises today but it was nice to see migratory American Redstarts and Black-and-White Warblers. In addition, small flocks of Blue-gray Gnatcatchers and Tufted Titmice were forming in preparation for their southward journey.
Barely two hours, a short trip for us, but it passed very quickly. A quick drive back to the house in time for a mid-morning brunch of cantaloupe, thinly sliced ham and strong coffee.
Now the day can begin.
Anhinga roost at dawn.
Common Gallinule chicks seem to have hair rather than feathers. Mom is showing junior how to select the best produce.
An Eastern Pondhawk (Erythemis simplicicollis) didn’t pose for long and darted off to snag a bit of green breakfast.
This lake has a very healthy Limpkin population. Snail scanning is popular – and vital.
A pair of White Peacock (Anartia jatrophae) butterflies brightened up the early morning.
Birder affliction. Looking up in the trees and not paying attention to what’s at your feet. This little reptile (perhaps three feet long) was quietly watching from a few feet away. Love those eyes!
The Morning White Ibis Cypress Knee Coffee Klatch.
More and more migratory warblers are showing up as the fall movement begins in earnest. A female/immature male American Redstart repeatedly flashed wings and tail feathers to startle insects into revealing their location. Breakfast is served.
Speaking of breakfast. In the same tree as the Redstart above, a Black-and-White Warbler performed its Nuthatch imitation by running down a tree trunk to wrangle a wriggly spider.
A young male Downy Woodpecker hopes to find his own wriggly morning snack.
Silky black plumage, ivory-colored bill, ruby-red eye. Simple colors combine to make the American Coot mighty handsome.
The sun is now bright in the morning sky. A Little Blue Heron perches in a cypress tree to preen and think about what to have for breakfast. Fish? Frog? Crawdad? Decisions, decisions.
We love to travel and find new and exciting natural places to explore. Sometimes, finding Nature can be as simple as walking into the yard or enjoying a sunrise in the city. Seek. Find. Savor.
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