The other day I noticed this Oregon ash tree. It had mostly fallen over last year in the ice storm and was blocking part of the road through the arboretum. The company that helped clean up cut off the part obstructing the road and left the rest. Last year the tree sent out a massive amount of sprouts, which I want to try and count, I just haven't gotten around to it yet. Oregon ash is unbelievably vigorous at sending out new growth if it is cut back or damaged in a storm. This one reminded me of a spiky caterpillar. I can’t imagine what this tree will look like in 50 years with all of these new limbs and assuredly more storm damage to come during that time. This tree has evolved a tenacious spirit for survival. In writing that last sentence I thought of the emerald ash borer that is on its way. This amazing tree is going to suffer some losses when it arrives. I hope and feel that some of them will endure and reestablish a healthy population in the ecosystem.
Water Springtails
While looking for frog eggs with the habitat committee, I noticed all these tiny specs floating on the water. They were unidentifiable as you looked at them on the surface. You could only observe that they ever so slightly jumped around as you waded through them. They were sprinkled everywhere on the surface but also formed dense rafts as they congregated on blades of grass on top of the water. I put my macro lens on my phone camera to get a closer look at this mystery and hopefully figure out what they were. The first photo is the fixed 10x lens, and in the second photo, I zoomed to 2x on my phone. The photos revealed a wrinkled, gray creature with pink legs! Based on how they hopped in every direction, someone in the group wondered if they were a species of springtails. I submitted the photo to iNaturalist and it suggested that they were water springtails (Poduridae). Looking up photos, I found them to closely match Podura aquatica.
In my research, I found out that they eat decaying organic material, so it makes sense that they were hanging out of these blades of grass. So they are one of the many necessary decomposers that help break down vegetation to return nutrients to the environment and keep the water clean. I hope that their presence indicates a healthy, thriving wetlands ecosystem.
It was fascinating to see so many, and I wondered what prompted them to want to hatch out in great numbers now.
I also discovered that springtails are not insects. Biologists have classified them as part of the class Collembola, not Insecta. They are both hexapods (6 legs), but the key difference that prompted this distinction is springtails have internal mouthparts, unlike insects which have external mouthparts. I am still researching this, but I thought I would pass it along for your curiosity.
Pacific Treefrog Eggs
On Sunday, members of the habitat committee at the arboretum went looking for amphibian egg masses. We waded around in the wetlands for a couple of hours and weren’t able to find any out there yet. The water level is fairly high at the moment from all of the recent rain, so we weren’t able to survey all of the locations that we wanted. Also, there are heaps of fallen tree limbs clogging the area from last year’s ice storm. That said, we were able to find egg masses of the Pacific Treefrog in the shallow pools around the parking lot. It will be interesting to see how viable these eggs are this early in the year and when they might hatch during the cold, winter weather. As friendly reminder to help protect these creatures, please remember to keep your dogs and children out of the shallow pools found throughout the arboretum like around the parking lot and the area known as The Seeps along the road that goes above the wetlands. Thank you. As the evening approached, the males started vocalizing their beautiful choral croaks, music to my ears. Spring is on its way!
Revealed in the Mist
The days have been thick with fog. The air has been saturated with tiny droplets of water. It gives me the feeling that I am on a trek on a high mountain top up in the clouds. I hear high-pitched notes of golden-crowned kinglets ringing through the mist as I walk down the path. My visual awareness is drawn nearer to me. I tune into the shaggy moss carpeting the trees. They are in love with the moisture that is bathing the landscape. To my wonderment, spider webs beaded with water are magically revealed. They are stretched across the moss like tiny tarps or strung up like hammocks. I looked closely to find the spiders and I couldn’t find them. They were tucked away spinning dreams in the tranquility of winter’s green.
Mosses Love Water
In Robin Wall Kimmerer’s book Gathering Moss, she has a fascinating chapter about moss’s affinity for water. They lack roots to absorb water, so they have developed strategies to collect and retain water mostly from the rain but you will also find an abundance of moss in “spray zones of waterfalls and cliffs seeping with spring water.”
The shape of the leaves is important in the process of gathering water and holding onto it. Robin writes, “The microscopic surface of the leaf is sculpted to attract and hold a thin film of water. The leaves may be pleated into minute accordion folds that trap water in the crevices, undulations in the leaf creating a microtopography of rolling hills and water-filled valleys.”
While looking around at the arboretum, I came across this moss with wavy leaves that look like small rolling hills that run perpendicular to the length of the leaf. I am sure the accordion folds that Robin talks about can only be seen under a microscope, but I feel this moss achieves the same idea with larger undulations of its leaf structure.
Resource
Kimmerer, Robin Wall. Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses. 1st ed, Oregon State University Press, 2003.
Winter Buds
In the winter, there is so much to explore. Now is an excellent time to look at all of the overwintering buds of trees and shrubs. They come in many different shapes, sizes, colors, and textures. If you are allergic to poison oak, it would be good to be familiar with how it looks because you can still get a rash from it in the winter. The winter buds of the cascara tree are not covered by scales, the tiny brown leaves are visible on the stem. I didn’t include the incense cedar because it doesn’t form overwintering buds, the shoot tips stop growing in the fall and resume growth again in the spring (Tollefson, Jennifer E.). Have fun checking out their diversity and see how many you can identify. Happy New Year!
Reference
Tollefson, Jennifer E. 2008. Calocedrus decurrens. In: Fire Effects Information System, [Online]. U.S. Department of Agriculture, Forest Service, Rocky Mountain Research Station, Fire Sciences Laboratory (Producer). Available: https://www.fs.usda.gov /database/feis/plants/tree/caldec/all.html [2025, January 1].
Black Round Millipede
Millipedes are arthropods that spend their lives in moist soils and decaying matter. They are mostly decomposers of organic material although some articles on the internet mention that some scavenge dead animals and a few are predators. For this reason, they are important in helping break down matter so the nutrients can be recycled back into the ecosystem.
They have segmented bodies with 2 pairs of legs per body segment except for their first four and last. Millipede means a “thousand feet,” but most species have fewer than one hundred. Until recently, the greatest number of legs found on a millipede was 750. In 2020 scientists discovered a millipede deep in the soil in western Australia—Eumillipes persephone has 330 segments and 1306 legs!
If they feel threatened they will form a coil shape with their bodies using their exoskeleton to protect their softer underside. Also, they release a substance that can irritate the skin which is also foul-smelling and distasteful to predators.
Last fall they executed a controlled burn in the South Meadow at the arboretum to remove thick mats of grass and invasive plants. The intention was to open the landscape to native plants, such as tarweed, to sprout and grow. I was fascinated and heartbroken to find that the landscape contained many millipedes that unfortunately didn’t survive the fire.
They are beautiful, mostly hidden creatures I love finding and watching move across the ground. Thank you millipedes!
Northern Pygmy Owl
I had been wandering around for a while on Saturday afternoon, and I thought the birding had been pretty quiet. The weather was cool and a little rainy off and on. Thus, I found myself exploring the world of mosses which abound throughout the arboretum. This had me moving at a snail’s pace, which allowed me to be more tuned into my awareness and to make greater observations.
I was on the meadow’s edge near the White Oak Pavilion when a chickadee grabbed my attention. Its vocalizations seemed more intense as it broke the quietness of the late afternoon. As I watched and listened, I thought the notes had a different rhythm. Also, they were being repeated fairly continuously. Then a song sparrow popped up on top of some snowberry beside me and was calling. As I gazed forward out into the meadow, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. As I looked over there, I saw a small bird fly out of the grass and land on the lower branch of an oak. I looked through my binoculars to see that it was a northern pygmy owl with a rodent in its talons! That chickadee had seen it and I think the song sparrow knew from the chickadee’s alarm calls that there was a predator. The song sparrow was on the ground along the bank of the river and I don’t think it could have seen that owl.
As I watched the owl, I was surprised at how much it constantly whipped its head around looking in every direction. It stayed there for about 10 minutes and then, to my surprise, it flew closer to me. As it took off to fly, its body dipped down in the air from the rodent’s weight and it went to the first branch it could land on. It stayed there for a few minutes and then took another short flight to a limb in the next tree. From here it started to tear apart its prey. After about another 10 minutes it hopped down to sit on a clump of lung lichen seen in the first photograph.
Unfortunately, I had somewhere to be and I was already running late. I wanted to stay and watch it eat. I didn’t think it could eat that whole rodent in one sitting. I wonder where it went for the night to stash the rodent to eat later. The Northern Pygmy Owl hunts mostly by day, so I assume it finds somewhere like a tree cavity to rest at night.
In the second photograph, you can see the dark patches on the back of its neck that look like eyespots. This is such an amazing creature and I am thankful that I got to see it. Nature is an inexhaustible source of wonder. I look forward to seeing you out there.
Douglas-fir Needles and Bud
It was foggy and quiet out at the arboretum today. Walking along the upper meadow, I was struck by the majesty of the Douglas-fir trees shrouded in a white mist. Their needles and the overwintering buds are so beautiful.
The pointed buds are a rich amber color with overlapping resinous scales. They really stand out against the complementary green of the needles.
The needles are .5-1.5 inches long with a blunt tip. They are green above with two white stripes on the underside. The needles are noticeably lighter underneath when you flip the branch over. Their arrangement can vary from nearly flat-lying to radiating uniformly around the twig.
This is probably the most common tree in Oregon because it was planted throughout the state for the economic value of its timber. For me, I like to revisit things in nature that I pass by everyday and renew my wonder. There is always something new to see and experience.
Our Senses
What sophisticated instruments could possibly be created to surpass our senses and intuitive, loving hearts?
Instruments can’t measure the exhilaration of plunging into a cold mountain stream on a hot summer’s day; measure the calming sound of gentle rain falling on the earth; compute the smell of decaying leaves; or calculate the beauty of a blue mountain shrouded in the mist of dawn; or cipher out the taste a ripe strawberry picked from your garden.
We have an immense capacity to embrace and know the world through our innate faculties, to take the time to observe, appreciate, celebrate, wonder, and share this mysterious life.
Fungus on Fungus
The rains of fall have settled in. The earth is damp and cool. Water drips from the boughs of evergreens and beds of moss growing on the limbs of maples. Under this humid forest canopy, an ashen figure quietly stands. Its body appears charred and sculpted by the torridity of fire that is deeply intertwined with this land. What is this marvelous, little creature that I am kneeling in front of that is so mysterious and beautiful?
This scorched-looking relic is a mushroom! I am unsure which mushroom because it is a vast world I know little about. I do know I find them fascinating and that their role in ecosystems is indispensable. Their variety in shape and color is truly remarkable. I just posted about a mushroom that resembles an orange peel!
That said, I can steer you in a direction and you can research it and see what you think. Helvella is a genus of mushrooms commonly known as Elfin Saddles because some have small, saddle-shaped caps. In Mushrooms Demystified by David Arora, there is one called Helvella lacunosa. In the comments section he writes, “This species is by far the most common of our Helvellas, often appearing in large groups or troops after winter rains. When fresh it is virtually unmistakable because of its gray to black cap and deeply fluted stem, but it is frequently disfigured by a white, moldy parasite (Hypomyces cervinigenus).”
Nature is an inexhaustible source of wonder. I look forward to seeing you out there.
Resource
Arora, David. Mushrooms Demystified: A Comprehensive Guide to the Fleshy Fungi. 2nd ed, Ten Speed Press, 1986.
Orange Peel Fungus Releasing Spores
I mentioned in my last post that when I knelt to take a photo of the orange peel fungus my breath triggered the release of its spores. There was a slight delay of a few seconds from when I blew on it and the spores were emitted. It reminds me of when you squeeze an orange peel and it releases a mist of oils.
Orange Peel Fungus
As the light wanes as we approach the winter solstice, the orange peel fungus is a warm flare of color bursting out of the forest floor. When it first appears, its shape is round and cup-shaped. As it matures, it can become saucer-shaped, wavy, flattened, or irregularly contorted, resembling a discarded orange peel lying on the ground.
I found a little piece on the ground that had broken off and wondered where the spores were produced. As I bent down to take a closer look and take a photo, a puff of spores came off the surface. It was kind of cold out and at first, I thought I was seeing my breath. I went over to another one and the same thing happened. I realized that my breath triggered a release of spores. It reminded me of when you squeeze an orange peel and it releases a mist of oils.
In Mushrooms Demystified, David Arora writes this about its habitat, “Scattered to gregarious or in fused clusters on ground, fruiting mainly in the fall and winter in our area; widely distributed and very common. It seems to prefer bare soil or sand along roads, paths, landslides, etc., but also grows in grass or moss.” I found this patch growing in an open section of ground next to the trail where a tree had previously stood. The tree had fallen over during the ice storm and removing it left the area mostly bare with some wood chips and fallen debris from the trees.
I love it when a ray of sunlight coming through the forest illuminates this fungus's bright, orange-fruiting body. Nature is an inexhaustible source of wonder. I look forward to seeing you out there.
Resource
Arora, David. Mushrooms Demystified: A Comprehensive Guide to the Fleshy Fungi. 2nd ed, Ten Speed Press, 1986.
Douglas-fir Cone Fungus
The world of fungi can easily escape my awareness most of the year until the autumn rains arrive and Mt. Pisgah holds its annual mushroom festival.
The weekend following the festival August Jackson volunteered to lead a mushroom walk and we found these tiny mushrooms growing out of a Douglas-fir cone. The fungus was identified as Strobilurus trullisatus. The cap is 0.5-1.5 cm broad, convex to plane, or slightly depressed. It is often striate or wrinkled and its color ranges from white to pinkish-buff or brownish. The apex of the stalk is white and the lower portion is yellowish to brownish to tawny. The base of the stalk has yellow to tawny-orange hairs and mycelial threads. I love the way the mushrooms emerge from underneath the scales.
In the book Mushrooms Demystified, David Arora states that its habitat is on old Douglas-fir cones or rarely cones of other conifers and fruits after the first fall rains. At the beginning of his book, there is a section on habitats. Under Douglas-fir, he writes, “There are well over 1,000 kinds of mushrooms known to form mycorrhiza with Douglas-fir, and the great Douglas-fir forests of the Pacific Northwest are among the best fungal foraging grounds in the world.” That is truly incredible!
Nature is an inexhaustible source of wonder. I look forward to seeing you out there.
Resource
Arora, David. Mushrooms Demystified: A Comprehensive Guide to the Fleshy Fungi. 2nd ed, Ten Speed Press, 1986.
Mushroom Gills
This time of year there is a different bloom happening, especially in the Northwest part of the United States. Mushroom-forming fungi are sending up their fruiting bodies which come in a fascinating variety of shapes, colors, and sizes. On the underside of the cap is the part of the mushroom where the spores are produced and come in four categories: pores, gills, teeth, or ridges. I am still pretty new to the world of fungi and I feel the one I photographed here has pores. As I started researching, I learned this part is valuable and often crucial in identification which, for me, is a vast and complex world I am still discovering.
My inspiration for this post is to show you the amazing architecture hiding under this mushroom cap. I also want to remind you (and me) that even during the cold, rainy months of late fall and winter with shorter daylight, there is so much beautiful life to seek and explore. I hope to see you out there!
Plate Gall Wasps
I wrote a blog post about plate gall wasps on Sept. 11. I revisited the small oak tree by the path on the upper part of the first meadow south of the pavilion where they occurred. I observed that they had turned brown, and become thicker, and some had fallen to the ground. I was curious to see what was inside them because many of the galls remained on the leaf, and some looked shriveled. I was unsure if the ones on the ground were still viable. I picked one up and gently opened it to see if anything was inside. I found a small larva curled around the center. These little pastries provided protection and a food source for the insect larva to grow. I poked around through the fallen plant debris on the ground and found a few that looked like they had been opened. When I magnified them to take a photo I could see that the center had been removed and the larvae were gone. I imagine the larva chewed out of the gall to find a place to form a pupa and wait to hatch out in the spring. The circle in the middle seems even and well made as if the larva nibbled its way out. Also, a predator might have opened the gall to eat its juicy contents, but I only found these two. There were plenty of other ones lying around untouched.
In The Nature of Oaks, Doug Tallamy writes that it is necessary to leave the landscape underneath oak trees undisturbed. He even recommends letting some native plants grow around the tree to help create a habitat for insects to carry out their lifecycle. This creates a zone below the tree that keeps you from mowing it or walking on it which might harm them. The fallen leaves and other debris also help to create a layer of protection during the cold winter months.
Birds Eating Poison Oak Berries
After last Sunday’s mushroom festival, I decided to walk along the river back to my car. There was a nice rain shower to conclude the festival and most people had taken off. It was quiet as I walked down the path and I could hear birds calling to one another ahead of me. As I rounded the corner, I saw a flock of yellow-rumped warblers flitting around a patch of poison oak eating the berries. They were so beautiful in the late afternoon light, and I watched them for quite a while. The light must have been just right because I was profoundly struck by their elegant shape, colors, and feather patterns. Honestly, it felt as if I just saw the bird for the first time. They eventually moved down into the willows by the river and I decided to return the next day to see if I could get some photos of them.
When I returned the next morning, I didn’t find any yellow-rumped warblers at the poison oak patch, but many other birds were feasting on them, to my surprise. I quietly stood on the trail for about 45 minutes and watched as they came and went. Here’s is the list of birds I saw eating them: Spotted Towhee, Golden-crowned sparrow, Black-capped Chickadee, Northern Flicker, Downy Woodpecker, Hermit Thrush, Dark-eyed Junco, Bushtit, Song Sparrow, and the Yellow-rumped Warbler from the day before. Some American Robins popped out of the thicket from on the ground and I imagine they were eating them too although I didn’t directly see them.
There is so much poison oak at the arboretum and I am not always enthusiastic about its abundance. So I am happy to see that it is an important food source for birds in the fall. I also realize that poison oak is easily spread by all of these birds eating the berries and distributing the seeds in their guano. Happy birding!
Circuitry Conundrum
I haven’t the slightest idea of how things work, so all I can say is that my computer has been under the weather these days. I am not sure what has been happening, but the synapses inside the brain of this gizmo have been firing so slowly. It seems to be constantly contemplating every little thing I do to the point that writing a post has been pretty much impossible. That said, I was finally able to get this message out to let you know that I have not abandoned my post!
I love the pattern of the vascular system of this Oregon Ash leaf. It’s pulsing with electricity as it manufactures energy from sunlight beaming down on its surface.
Dogwood Sawfly Larvae
On an insect walk guided by Karen Richards we went and looked at the larvae of the dogwood sawfly. They have fly in their common name, but they are actually wasps. We found them curled up on the underside of red-osier dogwood leaves where they hide out and rest during the day. At night when it is safer from predators, they will come out to eat the leaves. Starting at the end of the limb and working downward, the leaves were completely eaten. Where the leaves were only partially chewed, we found the larvae were usually resting underneath. The shrub wasn’t completely infested. There was only a few branches where they could be found. The larvae were all white with a little cotton-like fluff on their bodies. It was like they had on a fleece to keep them warm at night. This fleece is molted as the larva enters its last instar and becomes green with black spots on the upperside of its body and yellow on the underside. Soon the larvae will drop down to the ground and create a chamber in the soil or soft wood to pupate. It will overwinter in the pupal stage and emerge as an adult in the spring. From photos online, the adult wasps were black or amber with antennae and feet that were white on the end. The female uses her ovipositor to saw or cut into the edge of a dogwood leaf or stem, hence the common name. She then inserts her fertilized eggs into the small opening. When the eggs hatch out, the larvae will begin feeding on the leaves.
The ground around the red osier dogwood where these larvae were found can often be flooded during the winter during rainy periods. Either the larvae know to seek out areas to pupate that are above the water or the cocoons are able to withstand being submerged in water temporarily.
Inner Nature
Paul Cezanne said, “For an Impressionist to paint from nature is not to paint the subject but to ‘realize’ sensations.” I love this time of year as summer transitions into fall. The day starts cool and clouds hug the earth diffusing the light of the sunrise. As the day emerges, the sun dissipates the fog and warms the air. It feels good to walk in the sunshine. The leaves are turning shades of red, yellow, and brown. Their crisping bodies rattle on the trees and are beginning to fall. The occasional fall rainshower percolates through the layers of leaves on the ground emitting a sweet aroma of decay. Crickets are chirping in the late afternoon and grasshoppers are still leaping through the grass. As you spend time in nature during this magical time of year, I hope that it paints your heart and spirit full of sensations bringing you serenity, wonder, and joy.
Reference
The Editors of Realites, Impressionism. Chartwell Books Inc., 1973.