Summer

Among the Ferns and Oaks

The woods belong to someone else. It was once an old farm...there is a cellar hole near the upper road. . I use these old roads on my walks. The trails aren't "posted," so I hope the owner doesn't mind my being there. Criss crossing the area are a maze of animal trails, and sometimes I will follow the fresh animal tracks, and set up my Trail Camera on one that looks especially well traveled. I notice this year, for the first time, that the hemlock trees are showing the effects of an infestation of the Hemlock Wooly Adelgid.  They are dropping needles at an alarming rate, and the older hemlocks are breaking off about 20 feet up the trunk. The woodland floor is littered with dead trees and branches. The Beech trees in the same area are also stressed, and the tops are breaking off in heavy winds.

I can't begin to imagine what these woods will look like in three or four years.  

Summer Morning

Spotted fishing off our raft this morning...

Great Blue Heron

Out of Hiding

Fawn Big Enough to Travel

Big Enough to Explore

The trail camera was able to capture this image because so many of the lower branches the surrounding Hemlock trees are infested with the Hemlock Wooly Adelgid.

Two June Visitors

We looked out our bedroom window this morning and saw two does standing on the lawn. They looked calmly out over the water, took a casual stroll around the garden, then wandered off through the ferns back into the woods.  In the 20 years we have been living here at "The Lake"  "full time," we never had deer in the front yard.  Once a Moose sloshed up out of the lake and stomped through the flower border. And a couple of winter-hungry "coy wolves" examined the compost.
 I like to think these lovely deer were paying us a social visit, but the logical explanation would be that something "unusually frightening " was prowling around "outside, over there, beyond the garden,"  in  their neck of the woods.

June Visitor

 I found wet, boggy locations where deer have lain down in muddy spots and rubbed.  If I come in from the Southern direction, I will see fresh animal tracks skipping off to the North. If I come in from the North, there will be signs that several deer have scooted South. I'm wishing for several more cameras. 

Night Walker

Expectant Doe

 Now is blessed
                    The rest
                   remembered

From "Wilderness," the Lost Writings of Jim Morrison.

End of May

Curious Doe

Evening Stroll

May 28th at 6 PM: on the Wildview camera: I wonder if she will discover the Salt Block?

The End of May

undernourished white tail deer 

It was a rough winter in our next of the woods..

Caught on The Trail Cam

Morning Stroll

Bringing New Batteries

Boy Playing in the Woods

Still Waiting for a Warm Day

Two Look At Two: A Poem by Frost

Looking for Acorns

Wild Turkey 

More Robert Frost:

A doe from round a spruce stood looking at them
Across the wall, as near the wall as they.
She saw them in their field, they her in hers.
The difficulty of seeing what stood still,
Like some up-ended boulder split in two,
Was in her clouded eyes; they saw no fear there.
She seemed to think that two thus they were safe.
Then, as if they were something that, though strange,
She could not trouble her mind with too long,
She sighed and passed unscared along the wall.
'This, then, is all. What more is there to ask?'

Robert Frost: Two Look at Two

Two Tramps in Mud time

A chubby raccoon....

And a Busy squirrel ...

Here on The  Hill April has done it's thing;  a roller coaster of rain, fog and mud,  with the sun breaking through now and then. The woods were full of signs, and I was hopeful...

And reminded of a Robert Frost poem:

"The sun was warm but the wind was chill.

You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.

But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March."

Robert Frost (1874–1963)
Two Tramps in Mud Time (1936

Feeding on Acorns at 10:30 pm

It's been almost a week since I checked the Wildview Trail Camera; Daytime exposures were of squirrels, and what looks to be the ear of one curious Yearling. Most of the visits were between 10 pm and midnight. The only food in the woods are acorns.

Changing Animal and Human routes through the woods...

One Year Later 

I'm scouting a new location for the wildlife camera.

A young boy who lives in our hamlet has graduated from riding his mini bike around the yard to riding the animal trail along the ridge.  A passing phase. As he and his bikes grow, he'll be riding further afield.

A Tale of Tails

Squirrel 

Raccoon

Lots of exposures on the Wildview Trail Camera today.
LOL

The  carefully designed "disguise"elements on and about the camera have all been stripped away.

First week in April

Doe exiting the grove

April: animals are moving back into this section of the woods.

These photos were taken with an older Bushnell Trail Sentry Camera. (2008 version) which has  a slow "wake up" time.

Also, while I saw the tracks of a small bear, and a smaller fox, they were too quick for the camera.

View from the Trail Camera

New Location, along a well used wildlife  trail. 

Hopefully the deer won't spot it and make a detour. There is a chance that  it's   "disguise"  of moss, hemlock branches and bark will help. 

It appears as though the ice won't go out until mid-April. 

Any guesses?
I say April 24th at 3 pm. Himself says April 15th.   (Update: Ice went out April 12th.) 

Time to bring in the bird feeders.
We saw  a young Black Bear yesterday.

Wild Turkeys Letting One another Know They are In the Area

The neighbor told me that there were 50 turkey's in this patch soon after I took the photo.

January 29th 2011

Opportunity...

The right Camera

The right lens!
The right place!
Coy-wolf

Winter

Sunset at 4:20 on December 30th, 2010

        
 Yeah! They Live!

Deer Tracks the week AFTER  "Hunting Season" in Western Massacusetts

Hunting Song (Native Indian)

       Comes the deer to my singing,

       Comes the deer to my song, 

       Comes the deer to my singing.

He, the blackbird, he am I,

Bird beloved of the wild deer.

       Comes the deer to my singing.