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Sparse Serenity

Cape Cod in October and November is not quite as colorful as other parts of Massachusetts; the particular native and non-native trees in our yard don’t put on the show that other species famously do. Hurricane Irene and the recent Nor’easter also put a damper on what is typically a leafy green/brown/yellow fall, as much of the trees on the Cape lost leaves prematurely or turned a dull brown stained by wind-whipped sand. However, the somewhat damp, sparse landscape of winter-ready trees is not without its own beauty. The sudden departure of tourists, insects, and flowering plants creates a pervasive feeling of waiting. Not the waiting feeling that we experience during spring, with its anticipatory mood – but a “waiting” we humans have culturally created – looking forward to the holiday season with its interior warmth and color replacing that of the outdoor world’s.

I have spent most of my fall in the city and – lack of fall color aside - the experience of nature every time I have the chance to spend fleeting moments on the Cape always has both a healing and soothing effect. In October I sadly watched the last of the paper wasps living right outside my kitchen window. Their family dynasty ended as it began with first two, then just one wasp, slowly clinging to life on its tiny paper house. When the wasp family became only one and then the house appeared to have been bit into by a bird -  I knew there would be no more wasps returning to my kitchen window.

Most people are afraid of wasps, and they have reason to be – the “paper” wasp has one of the most painful stings on record. But any encounter I have had with these bright yellow and black creatures has never ended with any sort of sting. Once or twice they landed lazily on my hot pink flip flop – and with a skillfully quick flip I was able to lose both sandal and wasp without any harm to either of us. There are many scientists now developing new theories of plant, animal, and insect sentience and intelligence. I would guess that if crows can recognize human faces and act accordingly, wasps (which can detect pheromones from 200 feet) may be acting quite intelligently as well. Hence my apparent ability to escape harm from them. Perhaps they were looking back at me while I admired them from my window thinking “She’s on the DO NOT STING list”. My vivid imagination would like me to think so anyway.

There is no clear change that happens in the fall landscape as there is with spring when one flower becomes two then twenty-two over the course of a few days. Or if there is daily change it is not something I can notice as easily – but one day I will come home and notice that every leaf has disappeared and the only green will be the scrub pines and holly. Everything will go into deep freeze… plants, insects and even some animals like the spring peeper.

Chelone lyonii (pink turtlehead)

Chelone lyonii September 15 2011I just added the pink turtlehead to my yard, in a spot where a tree stood just a few weeks ago. The area gets some morning and late afternoon sun. The soil is moist and rich, so Chelone lyonii should do well. The plants also like a good composted leaf mulch, and I will add some homemade mulch once the oaks have shed their leaves. I only have 3 plants as I only found one local vendor who had the native variety. A cultivar, called “hot lips” is more readily available. I hope it will take over the area in the next few years – pink turtlehead tends to spread slowly by rhizomes to form large clumps, and somtimes it self-seeds in moist soils.

For two years I have watched what I believe to be the same group of woodpeckers interact at the suet feeder in my Cape Cod backyard. One species, the “downy woodpecker”, tends to feed most often at the suet feeder. You can tell a downy woodpecker’s gender by its coloration – the males have a red spot on their heads while the females do not. Today I watched them closely and noticed that the male was not happy with the female eating from the suet feeder, he kept pushing her away. In situations where these woodpeckers are not relying on human-supplied food, males are known to keep females from foraging in the more productive spots where insects are most likely to be found. I usually see two or three of these woodpeckers together. Like the hummingbirds I talked about in my last post, you won’t see non-familial birds together because they are deeply territorial. Unlike the hummingbirds, mating pairs of downy woodpeckers are inseparable regardless of the season. 

The “hairy woodpeckers” are another type of woodpecker that almost daily visits my backyard bird feeder. I have only seen one of these birds at a time and it’s always a male. This loner behavior  is supported by the fact that the males and females of this species do not hang out together much unless it’s breeding season. They may be together for life in some cases, but avoid each other most of the year. These birds will actually split up “custody” of the kids – the father may take half the brood while the mother takes the other. 

Both the downy and hairy woodpeckers will remain in my Cape Cod backyard all winter long, but their cousin the northern flicker will fly south for the winter. The flicker is 10-14 inches tall, much larger than both the downy (6-7 inches) and hairy (9-11 inches) woodpecker. It has very different coloration with a grey and red head. I do not see the flicker nearly as often as the other woodpeckers – it is always nice to see it as it is such a beautiful and somewhat more rare bird (at least rare to me). I never see a pair of these birds, and they do mate for life so I am not sure why the one who always visits my yard is a lone female.

If you would like to have the experience of seeing these lovely birds in your yard, here’s some advice from a company called East Bay Nature in California about how you can help create a suitable habitat for them:

“Wild bird habitat shrinks every day — both globally and locally — and many species of birds have exhibited frightening declines in numbers, even over the past several years. Creating a landscape desirable to birds is not difficult, but requires some understanding of natural habitat. A typical tidy suburban landscape with a closely mowed lawn surrounded by a line of sheared shrubs of all the same species provides little interest to wild birds. A diverse landscape is more naturalistic and provides attractive habitat for a great variety of birds. When creating a bird habitat, make sure you have what are called cover plantings for foraging, nesting sites, and protection from predators. These plantings should be dense (they can be thorny) and allowed to grow in their natural form. Hedging and shearing discourages nesting birds, depletes surplus/leaves needed for nest building, and removes flower and fruit food sources. Cover plants should be located close enough (within 15 to 20 feet) to bird feeders to provide quick protection from predators, yet far enough away so they do not provide “ambush sites” for cats. Dead trees or snags, which provide much needed nesting and food storage sites for many endangered species of birds are in real shortage in our meticulously maintained landscapes. If there is a dead tree in your yard that is not a hazard or eyesore, why not grow a vine around it and leave it for the birds?”

polypodium vulgare September 18 2011Polypodium vulgare is a cosmopolitan fern found in North America, central and northern Europe, and eastern Asia. The plant is quite hardy in sub-zero temperatures. It prefers acidic, well-drained and sandy soils and should do well in a Cape Cod woodland garden.

The fern is edible and is used as a spice in cooking. You can also eat the stem as licorice (the plant is also called licorice fern).

Common polypody has been used in herbalism for a long time, and in this day and age it is an ingredient of some bodybuilding supplements. The fern contains ecdysteroids which are chemically similar to a molting hormone isolated from insects. Ew, you say – but hang on, there is more: Those same ecdysteroids are found to stimulate protein synthesis by increasing the activity of the cellular compartments where actual protein synthesis takes place. Additional research (with mice, to be fair) shows that ecdysteroids have androgen-like and anabolic action.

I have no plans to chew the stems, nor do I feel the need to pump it up – I did, however, plant a fair amount of these ferns because of their nice foliage. As ferns go, they don’t grow very high and can function as groundcover.

orange coneflowers against the house September 18 2011I simply love these plants. They are hardy, have dozens of flowers, and they provide color until late fall. Orange coneflower prefers sun, and if you can provide that you will enjoy these golden daisies with chocolate centers. In my garden, they have been in bloom since July and they are still going strong. The flowers are visited by bees and butterflies, and the seeds provide nourishment for chipmunks and birds.

A good bet if you want to plant and forget…

This Rudbeckia can be a bit agressive, and will slowly expand by growing its footprint of basal leaves, but I decided I can’t get enough of these little suns. Last fall, I planted new york aster among the orange coneflower, and the combined showing of these two late bloomers is spectacular.

orange coneflower September 18 2011

orange coneflower closeup September 18 2011

Chelone glabra (white turtlehead)

white turtlehead September 18 2011This time of year, with frost not too far off, it is nice to see some color in the garden, still. Orange coneflower, new york aster, and the goldenrods are providing much delight. And if you consider white to be a color (sorry, spectrum purists), you’ll enjoy Chelone glabra as well. White turtlehead is a particularly good plant for the woodland garden. This perennial plant finds its home in eastern North America and likes partial shade and moist conditions. It will thrive with adequate amounts of leaf mulch. The plants can grow 4 to 5 feet in height, and with the heavy flower heads they may require staking. The foliage has a nice dark green color. The plant easily grows from seed, but the expanding rootstock will produce a lot of new growth as well.

Chelone glabra is used in traditional medicine nowadays, but native Americans and early settlers used it as well. Native Americans produced a tonic and laxative from the plant. Early settlers used the leaves to make a tonic to aid with jaundice, constipation and internal parasites. The leaves were also made into a salve to relieve itching and inflammation.

Chelone glabra September 18 2011

Hummingbirds on Cape Cod

Until recently, I had no idea that there were hummingbirds in Massachusetts. But a hummingbird feeder and native plants Cardinal Flower and Bee Balm in my yard have attracted a pair of hummingbirds who hung out all summer long. These little guys (actually the ones I have seen in my yard are both female, unlike some other birds they don’t hang out with the opposite sex after mating is done) almost daily hover less than a foot away from me – but every time I see them it’s like seeing them for the first time. Their gloriously vivid coloration, non-stop high speed fluttering and delicately small size make seeing them an awe-inspiring experience that will literally take your breath away.

I was concerned when Irene hit that some of the birds living in my vicinity would be injured, but all of the “regulars” in my yard including the catbirds, cardinals and woodpeckers seem to have found a good place to hide during that windy event. It is September 9th now and I believe the hummingbirds should be migrating South soon. All hummingbirds you will encounter on Cape Cod are most likely Ruby Throated hummingbirds. The males are more brightly colored than the females, but the females are by no means dull. They are called hummingbirds because of the humming sound their wings make. I have only heard this sound once and I almost fell off my lawn chair – it was flying behind me, right next to my ear and I had no idea what it was. They also make a soft squeaking sound, which is difficult to hear unless you’re close by.

You shouldn’t expect to see a group of hummingbirds, as picturesque as that would be, because they are territorial – males will guard about 1/4 of an acre, sometimes females do the same. Seeing two together in a pair is unusual, the two females who hang together in my yard are either a mother and her young or two siblings that have just ended dependence on their mother. 

The hummingbirds will leave us soon and fly down to Central America. These birds can live up to 12 years but usually live 3-5 years. I wonder if the hummingbirds in my yard will come back next year, I hope so! Hummingbirds have the largest brains of all birds and can remember where the flowers are – they also have an innate knowledge about how long the flower will take to “refill” with nectar. So it’s not random when you see them visiting your yard, but right on schedule!

There are over 300 species of hummingbirds, just 16 make it to the US and only 1 species to Massachusetts except for the rare occasion (last year it made the news when a rare Allen’s hummingbird ended up on the wrong coast and was stranded here on Cape Cod in January). We are very lucky to be able to enjoy these petite natural wonders for a few months out of the year.

Who cares about nature anyway?

I have to admit, I was one of the people the blog post below rants about. I simply did not care about nature for most of my life. Places without lots of people seemed “boring”. But two circumstances changed that for me.

When deciding where to travel I used to only consider cities – places where I could soak up the art, culture, food and music. Only a chance budget-minded choice to forego a trip to the Greek Islands and instead choose Costa Rica opened my eyes to the incredible experiences of the natural world. Many environmentalists and educators ask – how can you get someone to appreciate and enjoy the non-manmade world?  How can you get a population to care about something besides themselves (i.e. nature) now so it stops making bad decisions that will ultimately affect them later? Travel is one way, but it is an experience many people won’t get. And unfortunately even those who have the privilege of jetting around to exotic places don’t give two hoots about nature but only as it relates to them. In Costa Rica, for example, I learned there is a difference between bird lovers and birders. Birders are often apt to rack up the numbers of species they’re photographed without a concern for the actual birds. One birder in particular relished in the thought of killing ducks who were dirtying up his golf course back home.

Another experience that changed my point of view was, strangely enough, the Charles River in the Boston area. Recently I had the pleasure of seeing David Gessner speak about his new book “My Green Manifesto” which is based on his experiences with the man who is responsible for creating a natural oasis out of what was once polluted wasteland along this river. The man’s name is Dan Driscoll and I owe him a great deal of thanks. About 4 years ago I decided I was sick of the borderline dangerous and definitely unpleasant bus rides I was dealing with on my daily commute – I started to walk the 5 miles to work every day. I had noticed there was a bike path along the Charles River for part of the way and it seemed like a nice alternative. On this walk I encountered new plants, animals and birds – seeing many for the first time in the wild – frogs on lily pads, rabbits, turtles, red-winged blackbirds, blue herons, night herons and many other wild birds. I would rush home and Google the bird descriptions with each new discovery. A normally stressful commute became something I looked forward to each day.  The Charles River between Watertown and Waltham was like nothing I had ever experienced. This bike path route was city planner Dan Driscoll’s way of revitalizing what had once been a wild place by cleaning up the neglected riverbanks and planting native plants. “My Green Manifesto” talks about a new type of environmentalism – one which isn’t about discovering some far off places – but enjoying the “wild” in our own cities and towns. If we could only stop for a few minutes and look around, we might realize the treasures we have right in front of us.

Last rant of summer

Hey son, look at these minnows. Honey, check out the beachplum. I’ve overheard statements like this all summer long, and everytime I feel like interjecting myself to make the correction – they are not minnows, which are a fresh water fish, but mummichog. And those aren’t beachplum, they are Rosa rugosa. Nitpicking, maybe, but it bothers me that people only seem to have a crayon outline of other species in their mind. I’ve seen them get the group right, as in fish vs. mammal (although even then you will find the oddball that is convinced dolphins and tuna are all the same, especially in a can), but try to make a distinction between the different gulls, or terns for that matter, and you’ll get a blank stare or “who gives a ****”. All this living in the information age seems to be making us frighteningly ignorant. How did we cut the connection to the natural world? When did this happen? I remember fishermen and farmers, our direct links to the wild, being part of our fabric not so long ago… or am I really getting that old?

I guess I should be applauding these folks for at least trying to give our fellow creatures and plants a name. Most others are not even aware of their surroundings, and the only thing they are connected to is their ipod or some other device. But delving a little deeper is necessary to come to an understanding of beings other than ourselves. You’re missing out, folks. Humanity is putting itself in a zoo or reservation removed from the rest of nature, and we no longer have a clue about the visitors passing through…

Deadly patience

Pisaura mirabilis August 2011 CummaquidThis nursery web spider (Pisaura mirabilis) is patiently awaiting dinner on the petals of a blackeyed susan. Woodland garden, August 2011

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