Category: Wildlife

Our Day at Cayuga Nature Center and Finger Lakes Beekeepers Club Learning Apiary

Join us on a captivating adventure at the Cayuga Nature Center’s Treetops Treehouse and the Finger Lakes Beekeepers Club Learning Apiary. Discover the wonders of the forest canopy, marvel at the intricate world of honeybees, and meet a tiny land snail that sparked the curiosity of two young explorers. Dive into a day filled with discovery, learning, and unforgettable moments in nature.

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The morning air was crisp and filled with the promise of adventure as we set off for the Cayuga Nature Center, a hidden gem nestled in the heart of Ithaca. The destination: the Treetops Treehouse, a magical structure that promised an immersive experience in nature for me, my sister Diane and two grandsons, Sam and Rory.

As we approached the treehouse, the boys’ excitement was palpable. The Treetops Treehouse is a marvel of rustic architecture, a multi-level structure that blends seamlessly with the surrounding forest. It was designed to give visitors a bird’s-eye view of the forest canopy, allowing for a unique perspective on the local flora and fauna.

Exploring the Treetops

Upon arrival, we were greeted by the gentle rustle of leaves and the chorus of bird songs. The boys raced ahead, eager to explore the winding pathways and hidden nooks of the treehouse. The structure is constructed entirely of wood, with sturdy railings and wide platforms that offer panoramic views of the forest.

Capturing the moment inside Treetops

We were particularly fascinated by the various interpretive signs that explained the local ecosystem. We learned about the different species of trees, the birds that nested in the canopy, and the small mammals that scurried along the forest floor. It was a delight to sparked their curiosity of the natural world.

Discovering a Land Snail

Meadow Trail

Afterwards, walking along a meadow trail, Rory’s keen eyes spotted something unusual on the ground. Nestled among the fallen leaves was a small land snail, its delicate shell glistening in the dappled sunlight. The boys and I gathered around to observe this tiny marvel of nature.

The snail appeared to be from the genus Triodopsis or Neohelix, possibly Triodopsis albolabris or Neohelix albolabris, known for their white-lipped shells. These snails are common in moist, forested environments and play a crucial role in the ecosystem as decomposers. They feed on decaying plant material, helping to recycle nutrients back into the soil.

The Learning Apiary

Further along the meadow trail, we made our way to the Finger Lakes Beekeepers Club Learning Apiary. The apiary is a place of learning and discovery, where visitors can gain insight into the fascinating world of honeybees and beekeeping.

The apiary is composed of several beehives, each carefully maintained by members of the Beekeepers Club. We were careful to keep our distance from the electrified fence, protection against marauding bears and humans.

“ever-busy bees”

Wildflowers in Bloom

Narrow Leaved Sundrops

As we walked back from the apiary, the trail was lined with a vibrant display of wildflowers. The late spring bloom painted the landscape with splashes of color, from the golden yellows of evening primrose to the delicate whites of daisies.

Large Yellow Loosestrife

One particular cluster of bright yellow flowers caught our attention. It was the Lysimachia punctata, commonly known as yellow loosestrife. These star-shaped flowers grow in dense clusters and are a favorite among pollinators. The boys marveled at the intricate patterns and vibrant colors, adding another layer of wonder to our day.

Reflections on a Memorable Day

As the day drew to a close, we found a quiet spot to sit and reflect on our adventures. The boys were bubbling with stories to tell their parents—of the towering treehouse, the tiny snail, the bustling beehives, and the fields of wildflowers. It was a day filled with discovery and learning, one that brought us closer to nature and to each other.

The Cayuga Nature Center and the Finger Lakes Beekeepers Club Learning Apiary provided a perfect setting for an outing that was both educational and exhilarating. The experiences we shared will undoubtedly leave a lasting impression on Sam and Rory, nurturing their love for the natural world and the myriad forms of life that inhabit it.

Meadow View

As we packed up and headed home, the boys already began planning our next adventure. The allure of the natural world, with its endless mysteries and wonders, had woven its spell, and we were eager to explore more of what it had to offer.

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A Serendipitous Meeting: The Hermit Crab and the Moon Snail

Washed up together on a sunlit shore, a hermit crab and a Moon Snail tell an extraordinary tale of survival and resilience in the vast ocean. Discover how these unlikely companions reveal the intricate dance of life beneath the waves and the profound connections that bind marine ecosystems. Dive into their captivating story and uncover the secrets of their intertwined destinies.

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The high tide left behind a myriad of treasures scattered along the shore. Among the shells and seaweed, two unlikely companions lay side by side—a Moon Snail and a hermit crab. This serendipitous meeting speaks volumes about the intricate dance of life in the ocean’s depths.

Life Beneath the Waves

Hermit crabs are fascinating creatures, exhibiting behaviors and adaptations that ensure their survival in the ever-changing marine environment. These crabs are not born with shells. Instead, they scavenge for empty shells discarded by snails, meticulously choosing the perfect fit. The shells provide essential protection against predators and environmental hazards.

In their early life stages, hermit crabs undergo a series of molts, shedding their exoskeletons to grow. Each molt presents a critical opportunity to upgrade their shell, moving to a larger one as they increase in size. This constant need for new housing drives a competitive dynamic among hermit crabs, with individuals often engaging in “shell exchanges” where one crab may forcibly evict another from its shell.

The Hermit and the Moon Snail

The Moon Snail, known scientifically as Neverita duplicata, is a predatory mollusk famous for its distinctive, moon-shaped shell. These snails are both feared and admired in the marine community for their voracious appetite and remarkable hunting tactics. They drill into the shells of their prey, typically other mollusks, using a specialized appendage called a radula, combined with acidic secretions to bore through the hard exterior. Click me for another post with more information about the Moon Snail.

The juxtaposition of the Moon Snail and the hermit crab washed up together is a tableau that invites deeper contemplation. How did these two distinct beings come to share the same stretch of sand?

A Dance of Survival

It’s likely that the hermit crab, in its search for a suitable home, found itself in the proximity of the Moon Snail. The Moon Snail, a relentless hunter, could have been following its own trail of prey when the tide caught them both off guard. The ocean’s currents, indifferent to their individual struggles, deposited them together on the beach, a fleeting moment of stillness in their otherwise tumultuous lives.

This meeting is a stark reminder of the interconnectedness of marine life. The hermit crab relies on the discarded shells of snails for survival, while the Moon Snail’s role as a predator keeps the balance in check, ensuring that no single species dominates the ecosystem.

Reflections on Resilience

The image of the hermit crab within its borrowed shell speaks to the resilience and adaptability inherent in nature. These crabs are perpetual nomads, continually seeking, adapting, and thriving in environments that can be both generous and harsh. Their survival hinges on their ability to repurpose and reuse, a lesson in resourcefulness that resonates beyond the tidepools.

The Moon Snail, with its powerful drilling capabilities, exemplifies the raw force of nature. Its presence is a reminder of the predatory relationships that underpin marine ecosystems, driving evolution and diversity through a relentless cycle of life and death.

The Final Tide

As we ponder the scene before us, it’s worth considering the broader implications of these two creatures’ lives. The ocean, vast and unfathomable, is a realm where survival is an art form, honed by millennia of adaptation. The hermit crab and the Moon Snail, though vastly different in form and function, share a common thread—their existence is a testament to the delicate balance of nature.

The hermit crab’s journey, from shell to shell, mirrors our own quests for security and stability. The Moon Snail’s predatory prowess underscores the inevitable challenges we face. Together, they remind us that life, in all its forms, is a continuous interplay of seeking and surviving, of finding and losing, of moments of stillness and sudden change.

In the end, the hermit crab and the Moon Snail, brought together by the whims of the tide, offer a glimpse into the profound and often unseen connections that weave the tapestry of life beneath the waves. Their story is a poignant reflection on resilience, adaptability, and the ever-present dance of survival that defines the natural world.

A top view of the shell occupied by a Hermit Crab found on Cocoa Beach, Brevard County, Florida. The Space Coast.

An Uncertain Identification

The identification of our hermit crab companion is made challenging by the absence of one of its claws, a vital characteristic for precise classification. This missing claw hints at the hardships faced by hermit crabs in their dynamic and sometimes perilous environments. Whether lost in a struggle with a predator or another hermit crab, this detail serves as a reminder of the tenacity and resilience required for survival in the marine world. While the exact species remains a mystery, the broader story of the hermit crab’s life and survival remains clear and compelling.

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Beachcombing on Cocoa Beach: A Moon Snail Encounter

Join me in reliving the enchanting evening on Cocoa Beach where my wife and I discovered a rare, intact Atrina rigida shell. Dive into the world of this fascinating bivalve through our story of ecological wonder and natural beauty.

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The first light of dawn painted the horizon in soft hues of pink and orange as I strolled along Cocoa Beach, Brevard County, Florida, the heart of the Space Coast. It was winter 2017, and the cool breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean. My eyes scanned the sand for treasures, remnants of the ocean’s bounty washed ashore by the relentless rhythm of the tides.

The beach was a mosaic of shells, fragments of marine life that had completed their journey. Among them, a particular shell caught my eye – the Moon Snail or Necklace Shell, scientific name Naticidae, known for its smooth, spiraled form and glossy finish. The shell I found that morning was bathed in the early light, its curves reflecting the phases of the moon, hinting at the mysteries of the ocean from which it came.

The scientific name of the Moon Snail, belonging to the family Naticidae, finds its roots in the rich tapestry of classical languages, reflecting the distinct characteristics and historical context of these marine gastropods. The family name, Naticidae, is derived from the genus Natica, which in turn originates from the Latin word “naticula,” meaning “a little buttock.” This whimsical etymology is thought to describe the round, smooth, and somewhat globular shape of the Moon Snail’s shell, which can resemble a small, rounded form akin to a buttock.

The genus Natica was first described by the French naturalist Jean-Baptiste Lamarck in the early 19th century. The suffix “-idae” is a common ending used in zoological nomenclature to indicate a family level in taxonomy. Moon Snails are known for their distinctive appearance, with large, rounded shells that often have a glossy surface and intricate patterns. The family’s name not only captures the physical traits of these snails but also highlights the historical practice of using descriptive and sometimes playful terms in the classification of organisms.

As I admired the shell, memories of previous beachcombing adventures flooded back. The Moon Snail’s elegant design has always fascinated me, symbolizing both beauty and predation. The shell’s form, with its deep umbilicus and polished surface, is a testament to the life it once harbored.

 

Shell of the Moon Snail (Naticidae) found in the surf wash. Cocoa Beach, Brevard County, Florida

 

This winter past, January 2024, I enjoyed a rare sight – a live Moon Snail washed up on the shore. The small, compact form was nestled in the sand, its body partially retracted into its shell. I carefully picked it up gently. The snail’s soft, pale brown body contrasted with the hard, glossy shell, a perfect example of nature’s duality.

Observing the snail closely, I could see its large foot, a muscular organ that it uses for locomotion and burrowing into the sand. The foot’s underside, called the sole, was slightly sticky, aiding in its movement. The snail’s head, with its small, retractable tentacles, peeked out cautiously. These tentacles are equipped with sensory organs, allowing the snail to explore its surroundings and detect prey.

Moon Snails are predatory creatures, and their diet consists mainly of other mollusks. The snail’s mantle, a fleshy part of its body, secretes the shell and also houses the snail’s siphon. The siphon is used for breathing and detecting chemical signals in the water, crucial for hunting. The snail’s radula, a toothed, tongue-like organ, is a formidable tool for drilling into the shells of its prey. The Moon Snail wraps its large foot around its victim, creating an acidic environment that helps it bore a hole into the shell. This process can take several hours, after which the snail consumes the soft tissue inside.

Can you spot the work of the Moon Snail on these waves washed shells? Cocoa Beach, Brevard County, Florida

Aware of the snail’s delicate nature, I decided to return it to the surf. I tossed the creature far into the surf. It was a small act of conservation, a gesture to ensure that this remarkable creature could continue its journey.

Reflecting on the encounter, I felt a deep connection to the natural world. Beachcombing is not just about collecting shells; it’s about understanding the lives they represent and the intricate ecosystems they are part of. Each shell tells a story of survival, adaptation, and the relentless cycle of life and death in the ocean.

Cocoa Beach, with its endless horizon and rhythmic waves, is a sanctuary for these stories. The Space Coast, known for its technological achievements and space exploration, also offers a window into the ancient, natural world that thrives beneath the waves. The juxtaposition of human advancement and natural beauty is striking, reminding us of our place in the larger tapestry of life.

As I left the beach that January 2024 morning, the sun climbing higher in the sky, I carried a renewed appreciation for the ocean’s wonders. The delicate balance of predator and prey, the seamless integration of form and function, and the ongoing dance of life – all captured in the spiral of a Moon Snail shell.

 

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A Windy Winter’s Beach Morning

These videos capture a windy morning at Cocoa Beach, showcasing the American flag’s resilience and the beauty of nature.

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The sun has barely risen over the horizon, casting a golden hue on the edges of the swaying palm trees. I’ve found my favorite spot on Cocoa Beach, where the sand meets the sea oats, and the Atlantic waves crash endlessly. It’s a windy winter’s morning, with the gusts howling, pulling at my shirt, tugging at the American flag standing tall amidst the dunes.

The early light of dawn illuminates clouds with a pink hue on a windy winter’s morning. Cocoa Beach, Brevard County, Florida. The Space Coast.

The flag is massive, its stars and stripes fluttering with conviction against the backdrop of an endless blue sky. Its red, white, and blue are a reminder of the freedom it represents. A symbol of history woven into every thread. In the wind, its fabric dances gracefully, in sync with the whispering leaves and the sea’s rhythm.

This particular flag has been around for years, steadfast on this patch of the Florida coast. The pole, firm and weathered, stands as a sentinel. It’s not just a symbol of patriotism but a beacon for those who wander these shores, a guiding point that has witnessed countless sunrises and sunsets, serving as a reminder of the ideals this country strives for.

Near the end of my video a squad of pelicans glides through, slicing the sky in a perfect formation. They using the wind to their advantage, and their synchronized flight is mesmerizing. Their journey is a testament to the beauty of nature’s choreography, moving with grace and purpose, guided by the same winds that ripple through the flag and carry them along the coast.

The wind is fierce today, blowing sand like fine snow across the beach. It stings my face as I watch the waves roar, driven by the same winds that make the flag soar. These are the south winds, warm and constant, flowing over the Atlantic. They pick up speed across the open waters before reaching the coast, shaping the dunes, bending the palm fronds, and reminding me of the unyielding force of nature.

The south wind is not just a whim of nature; it’s shaped by the currents that flow from the equator, by the rotation of the Earth, and by the heated lands further south. It’s nature’s breath, shifting sands and altering landscapes. This breeze carries with it a hint of salt, a whisper of the tropical climates from which it comes, and a false promise of more warmth on this winter morning.

There’s a certain serenity in being here, watching the elements play. The sea is restless, much like my thoughts. I can’t help but contemplate the forces that have shaped this land, from the explorers who first set foot here to the astronauts who launched themselves to the moon from just a few miles away. This place is steeped in history, and the flag embodies that.

As I look towards the flag again, its fabric shimmering under the sun’s rays, I think about all that it has seen. The gentle lapping of the waves reminds me of the constant change that’s part of life. The flag, though, is a steadfast sentinel, standing tall through it all, enduring the same winds and elements that buffeted it years ago. It speaks of resilience and hope, of standing tall no matter what comes your way.

I pull out my camera, capturing the flag as it flutters in the wind, its stripes rippling like waves on the sea. In a moment, I take a video, recording not just the flag but the beach around it, the sand swirling around my feet, creating transient patterns that the wind will soon erase. The video captures the essence of this place, where the wind and waves weave their own stories.

This morning, like so many before, the wind brings with it a sense of purpose. It whispers tales of the past and hints at the future, pushing me to continue exploring, to keep seeking, and to always remember what this place represents. The American flag, in its majestic flight, is more than fabric; it’s a reminder of the journey and the ideals that guide us, just like this wind pushing along the coast, unrelenting and full of promise.

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Close Encounters at Cocoa Beach

A shark’s fin slicing through the waves at Cocoa Beach reminds me of a life-changing encounter I had with the ocean’s wild inhabitants, transforming my relationship with the sea and its hidden mysteries.

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During winter vacations to Cocoa Beach, Florida, I spent tiome relishing in the salty embrace of the Atlantic, and my love for the water extended beyond the ocean to poolside swims year-round. However, a few years ago, my carefree splashing in the waves took a drastic turn after an unexpected encounter with a creature lurking beneath the surface.

It was a warm, sunlit day, and the ocean seemed welcoming. I had just waded into waist-deep water when I felt it—a strong, unexpected bump against my side. I turned quickly, expecting to see a fellow swimmer, but there was no one nearby. My heart pounded as the realization dawned that I had been bumped by a large sea animal, most likely a shark. Although I didn’t see the creature clearly, the experience left an indelible mark on me.

From that day on, the ocean was no longer a place of carefree enjoyment. The once thrilling waves now seemed menacing. I found solace in swimming in pools, where the water was clear, and the risks were few. The ocean, with its unseen mysteries, became a distant memory.

On January 30, 2024, I was back at Cocoa Beach, but this time I stood firmly on the shore. It was noon, and the sun shone brightly over the shimmering waters. As I scanned the horizon, my eyes fell on a telltale fin slicing through shoreside foam of breaking wavews. A shark was feeding just three feet from the shore. I watched in a mix of awe and trepidation as the creature moved with effortless grace through the surf.

Shark feeding a few feet from shore, Cocoa Beach, January 30, 2024 around noon.

As I stood there, capturing the moment, a woman approached me. She had observed my intent gaze and sensed my apprehension. She introduced herself and then began to share an unsettling story about her daughter. She told me that her daughter had been bitten by a shark on her foot the previous year while swimming off the same beach. The young girl was still recovering from the ordeal, both physically and emotionally.

Her story, coupled with my own experience, solidified my decision to stay out of the ocean. I understood that the beach was the shark’s domain, a place where humans are merely visitors. The encounter reminded me that even in our pursuit of leisure, we must respect the natural world and its unpredictable inhabitants.

These days, I content myself with the safety of pools, where I can swim without fear of what lies beneath. But I still cherish the ocean from a distance. I understand its beauty and power, and I respect the creatures that call it home. I may not wade into the waves anymore, but I will always hold a deep appreciation for the vast, enigmatic sea.

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Spring Outing IX

Land snail

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Hepatica blossoms are the focal point here. Two land snail shells rested fortuitously below, a white and dark brown. The white shell (Scientific Name: Neohelix albolabris) is seen here. In life, the shell aperture reflective lip gives the species name, from Latin root words “albo” (white) and “labris” (lip), and the popular name, “Whitelip.” Look closely to see a series of ridges, an identifying feature apparent in this specimen. There was a live specimen in our yard, just yesterday. Busy with chores, no camera at hand.

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Hepatica Blossoms with shell

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Gallery of Flowers in this series
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Spring Outing X

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Seconds after taking this shot, at f/4, I changed the f-stop to 29 and captured these blossoms with the environment in focus (yesterday’s posting). At f/4 focus is a challenge and I was not happy with the detail of the foreground blossom.

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before dual pixel adjustment
after dual pixel adjustment
Dual Pixel Raw comparison

I am in the experimentation phase of learning the new camera, so in spite of the 100% file size increase I turned on the Dual Pixel Raw feature. The two photos are from the same file. My impression is the adjustment improved the foreground flower details. Is it my imagination?

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Gallery of Flowers in this series
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Twilight Serenade: Experiencing the Eclipse Amidst Nature’s Splendor

Step into the enchanting world of the VanRiper Conservation Area during a total solar eclipse. Witness nature’s grand spectacle, where daylight fades into an ethereal twilight, and the cosmos whispers secrets to those who listen.

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Standing within the serenity of the VanRiper Conservation Area, we had the rare privilege to witness a celestial marvel—the total solar eclipse. The coordinates, 42°43’8.62″N 76°45’30.41″W, marked not a unique vantage point on the southern edge of the total eclipse zone. Here, the total eclipse enveloped the sky for an awe-inspiring 50 seconds, a fleeting yet unforgettable spectacle that we were fortunate enough to experience.

The VanRiper Conservation Area served as a magnificent backdrop to this astronomical event. Known for its diverse habitats, including wetlands, forests, and meadows, the area is a haven for wildlife and a sanctuary for those who seek solace in nature; a place where the sky seems vast, unobstructed by the trappings of urban life, offering a clear canvas for the eclipse to paint its momentary magic.

13:38:07, 39 minutes 41 seconds before the moon’s edge touched the sun. From the shoreline of VanRipen Conservation Area, Town of Romulus, Seneca County, Finger Lakes Region, New York State

As the time for the eclipse approached, a thick blanket of clouds enveloped the sky, obscuring our view of the sun entirely. This unexpected veil not only robbed us of the celestial spectacle but also intensified the darkness, casting a deeper shadow over the landscape and amplifying the surreal, twilight ambiance.

As the moon began its slow sweep over the sun, an eerie twilight descended upon the conservation area. The temperature dropped noticeably, a testament to the sun’s masked radiance. The birds, momentarily confused by the sudden dusk, fell silent, heightening the surreal atmosphere. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the total eclipse, where day momentarily turns to night, and the ordinary becomes extraordinary.

15:21:37, 56 seconds to totality. From the shoreline of VanRipen Conservation Area, Town of Romulus, Seneca County, Finger Lakes Region, New York State

Positioned on the southern edge of the total eclipse zone, I observed a fascinating phenomenon: the southern side of the horizon retained a brighter hue compared to the north, which veiled itself in deeper shades of twilight. This luminous gradient painted across the sky was a direct consequence of our location’s proximity to the eclipse’s path of totality.

In this captivating 4-minute YouTube video, you’re whisked away to the shores of Cayuga Lake, beneath a cloudy sky, on the day of the Total Eclipse, April 8, 2024 viewed from the VanRiper Conservation Area Cayuga Lake Shoreline in the town of Romulus, Seneca County of the Finger Lakes of New York State. As the moon dances across the sun at 5 times normal speed you witness the gradual darkening of the lake. On the opposite shore, the town of Aurora lights wink with the total eclipse of the sun. In normal time Loons herald the Sun’s return with a bright and eerie serenade, a natural symphony celebrating light’s triumph over darkness. Join us on this remarkable journey, where day turns to night and back again, all within the embrace of the Finger Lakes Region.

The totality lasted for a mere 50 seconds, when time seemed to stand still, yet it was a period rich with emotion and wonder. To witness the total eclipse was to see the universe align in a rare spectacle of shadow and light, a reminder of our place in the cosmos.

Reflecting on the experience, the VanRiper Conservation Area was a portal to a deeper understanding and appreciation of the natural world. Its untouched Cayuga Lake shoreline provided a setting for observing the eclipse with a reminder of the beauty and fragility of our planet.

As the eclipse passed and daylight returned the silence was filled with Loon calls, a celebration of life and the return of light. The solar eclipse was a convergence of time, place, and celestial mechanics, offering a spectacle for the eyes, a moment of introspection about our existence in this vast universe: a reminder of the ephemeral nature of life and the enduring awe of the cosmos. In the heart of the conservation area, I stood at the crossroads of science, nature, and spirituality, left to reflect on the dance of shadows and light.

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The Hidden Songster of Ithaca: My Afternoon with a Gray Catbird

Amidst spruce needles, a Gray Catbird’s mew captivated me; a hidden minstrel whose dulcet mimicry and secretive charm turned my backyard in Ithaca into an amphitheater of nature’s most intricate symphonies.

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In my backyard, amidst the spruce trees that seem to touch the sky, I had a unique encounter with a little gray bird known as the Dumetella carolinensis, or more commonly, the Gray Catbird. I learned that “Dumetella” comes from the Latin word for “thorny thicket”, hinting at its penchant for skulking in dense underbrush, often hidden from sight. Its species name, “carolinensis”, pays homage to the Carolinas, though this bird has certainly made a comfortable home here too.

This particular visitor had a call reminiscent of a cat’s mew, a curious sound that first drew my attention. As I peeked through the window, I noticed it wasn’t just imitating felines; it was a veritable mimic, echoing the songs of other birds, even copying the croaks of tree frogs, and sometimes the mechanical noises of our own making. Its syrinx, a true marvel of nature, allows it to produce two sounds simultaneously – an impressive feat for such a small creature.

Unlike the showy northern mockingbird or the brown thrasher, which repeat their musical phrases several times, this Gray Catbird preferred to sing each of its phrases just once. Its song was a bit raspier, less melodic but still captivating in its own right.

It’s interesting that the Gray Catbird often chooses to remain hidden when it sings, favoring the inner sanctuary of bushes or trees like the spruce in my yard, a natural stage set by verdant leaves and branches. And while I watched, it seemed content in its concealment, a master of melody cloaked in foliage.

As I observed it, I recalled reading that the Gray Catbird’s diet is as varied as its repertoire of sounds. Fruits and berries make up about half of its diet. This little bird has quite the palate, enjoying a smorgasbord that includes mealworms, earthworms, beetles, and other insects, not to mention the bounty of summer offerings such as ants, beetles, grasshoppers, caterpillars, moths, and a selection of berries from holly, cherry, elderberry, poison ivy, bay, and blackberries.

I made a mental note of the date, captured in the metadata of the photograph I snapped: 2021, from my home in Ithaca. A simple image, yet it encapsulated a serene moment of connection with a creature so adept at concealment and mimicry, a moment I would treasure. The Gray Catbird, with its unique song and dietary habits, has become a beloved part of my backyard symphony.

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The Mallard Ducks of Early Spring

Discover the secret world of mallards in Ithaca’s Cass Park: a drake and hen dance upon the water’s surface, inviting you into the fleeting magic of a vernal pool. Join their springtime sojourn.

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Introduction to Vernal Pools and Mallard Ducks


The image provided offers a tranquil glimpse into the natural world, capturing two mallard ducks—a drake and a hen—as they forage for food in a vernal pool. Vernal pools are temporary bodies of water that provide critical habitat for a variety of wildlife during the early spring. Mallards (Anas platyrhynchos), with their iconic coloration and widespread presence across the globe, are among the most recognizable and adaptable of waterfowl, making use of these ephemeral waterscapes.

Birding Trail near Cass Park, a pair of Mallard ducks in breeding plumage feed in a vernal pool the inlet of Cayuga Lake in the background.

Significance of Vernal Pools


Vernal pools are unique wetlands that usually form in the spring from melting snow and spring rainfall. These pools are crucial for the breeding of certain species of amphibians, insects, and provide essential resources for birds like mallards. In the image, the ducks take advantage of the abundance of food such as aquatic invertebrates that thrive in these undisturbed waters, showcasing the importance of these habitats in supporting biodiversity.

A Closer Look at the Mallards’ Habitat

A male and female mallard (Anas platyrhynchos) feeding in a vernal pool along the Cayuga Waterfront Trail near Union Fields.


The photo depicts the ducks in a natural setting that speaks volumes about their environment. The surrounding dry grasses indicate a transition from the dormancy of winter to the burgeoning life of spring. The reflection of leafless trees in the water hints at an ecosystem on the cusp of renewal. This setting is not only a feeding ground for the ducks but also a haven that provides shelter and protection from predators.

The Mallards’ Spring Behavior


Mallards are known for their migratory patterns, often traveling to warmer climates during the winter and returning to their breeding grounds in the spring. The ducks in the photo are likely partaking in a crucial phase of their life cycle—feeding and preparing for the breeding season ahead. Their presence in the vernal pool is a testament to their resilience and adaptability as they utilize a wide range of habitats to meet their needs.

Conservation and the Future


While mallard ducks are not currently endangered, the conservation of their habitats, like vernal pools, is vital for the continued health of their populations and the greater ecosystem. Such habitats are under threat from urban development, pollution, and climate change. It’s imperative that we recognize the importance of preserving these natural resources, not only for mallards but for all species that depend on them.

Conclusion: Reflections on Nature’s Cycles


The photo invites reflection on the cycles of nature and the interconnectedness of species and their environments. It serves as a reminder that the arrival of mallards at a vernal pool is not just a sign of spring, but a marker of the health of our natural world. As the seasons change, so too do the opportunities for life to thrive, guided by the rhythms of the Earth and the behaviors of its inhabitants. The mallards, in their simple act of feeding, become symbols of continuity and the delicate balance of ecosystems.

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