Today at Kingsford – Wooly Bear Caterpillar

Wooly Bear Caterpillar (Isabella Moth)

Yesterday I decided to take Raven on her daily walk in a different direction down the road for a change of pace. Our destination, instead of the abandoned property to the north, was a semi-private road to the south, that leads back through the woods to a row of mostly cottages. There aren’t any “Private Road” signs at the foot of the road, so I’m not actually sure of its status – I won’t go anywhere if there are signs posted, as there are on some such roads, but I also haven’t encountered anyone down there to ask. The road seems to see a bit of traffic even during the winter, but very little, I mostly just know this by tire tracks in the soft road surface. I feel comfortable allowing Raven to bound about off-leash there without risk of encountering cars, and it gives us another place to go when we want a change of scenery.

The day was warmer than it has been in a while, but still only a degree or two above freezing, so I was surprised to discover this Wooly Bear caterpillar crossing the road. Very slowly. I was amazed that he was moving at all, really, given how cold it was, sunshine notwithstanding. I picked him up off the road and placed him in a warm patch of sun at the base of a broad, deeply creviced tree. Hopefully he was able to climb into a nook before dark, though he surely wouldn’t have had time to make himself a cocoon.

Isabella Moth (Wooly Bear Caterpillar)

Wooly Bears (sometimes known as Banded Wooly Bears) are the caterpillar form of the Isabella Moth (Pyrrharctia isabella). The photo above is an adult I caught at my blacklight back in June. Isabella Moths have two broods each year, one that mates in the spring and lays eggs that mature and pupate over the summer, and then these adults produce a second fall brood that overwinters as a pupa and emerges in the spring. They’ve got a wide range of foodstuffs, including birch, maple and elm, as well as various grasses, asters, clover, and others. This should make it relatively easy to raise one indoors, providing fresh food each day.

Folk lore suggests that you can tell how severe and/or long the coming winter will be by the amount of black on each end of the caterpillar’s body. Although this is largely bunk, there may be a sliver of truth to it, at least when the caterpillar is being examined close to the onset of cold weather. The red portion of the caterpillar continues to grow as it feeds and matures. Wet weather tends to stunt the development of this portion, making the black bands longer. The early onset of cold or wet weather, and therefore a longer winter, would result in a shorter red portion and longer black segments.

Unlike some fuzzy caterpillars, the hairs of Wooly Bears won’t irritate skin, so they’re safe to handle unless you have particularly sensitive skin. Of course, when you pick one up, most often it will curl into a ball for protection, “playing dead”, as it were. I was delighted to discover there are whole festivals devoted to this common caterpillar, such as the Woolybear Festival in Vermilion, Ohio, in the fall, a pre-winter equivalent to the spring tradition of Groundhog Day. According to Wikipedia, the Vermilion parade “in 2006 involved over 20 marching bands, 2,000 marchers, hundreds of animals, and over 100,000 spectators.”

Who has seen the wind?

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Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

–Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

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Today was exceptionally windy. The weather data for the nearby town recorded a top speed of 65 km/h (40 mph) mid-afternoon. We lost power twice, just little hiccups as (presumably) a branch broke off a tree and bounced off the lines. Dan was outside with Raven when a dead tree beside our driveway snapped and its upper half fell just a half dozen meters from where they were. The tarps over our multiple wood piles were all flapping wildly (one even came loose and tried to make a break for it, but was trapped by the deck railings). Our platform feeder is now listing to one side, and a tube feeder that hung on a shallow hook was blown off its supporting branch. The trees in our yard were bending and waving wildly, and I was certain that we would have more casualties than the single dead tree by the driveway. Trees are amazingly resilient, and even the seemingly stiff trunks can bend with the flexibility of a supple green branch when subjected to enough force. It’s hard to capture a photo of the wind, but I tried to get one of the trees moving in it, at least, through long-exposure shots.

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Wind is a mysterious force. We can’t see it, and we can’t touch it or hold it, but we can sure feel it as it whips about our hair and clothing and buffets our chests, and we can hear it as it rushes between branches and rustles grass and leaves. We know it’s a movement of air, but just what causes wind?

Most wind, at least the sort we’re usually concerned with in weather forecasts, is a movement of air from a region of high atmospheric pressure to an area of low pressure. These pressure zones always seem a bit mysterious themselves – just what are they? To get a good idea you have to think of the atmosphere at its molecular level. Although we see the air as an absence of things, really it’s full of molecules just like the land or water, they’re simply much less densely packed. You can “see” air when gasses that have some colour, such as water vapour, are involved. Water shows up as a whiteish gray. Think of fog, low to the ground, or steam as it rises off a warm lake on a cool morning – it’s not a uniform blanket of white, there are thick, opaque patches and thin, transparent areas. Now apply that to the atmosphere as a whole and you get an idea of the variability in density of air molecules that is found throughout it.

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Molecules “want” to move from areas of high density to areas of low in order to form a uniform density throughout, through the process of “Brownian motion” (where molecules, which are always vibrating, randomly move about, bump into others and force them apart when they’re closely packed, and eventually fill in the spaces between widely spaced molecules, until there’s an equilibrium). Here’s another analogy: think of pushing a bowl down into a sink full of water. When the edges slip past the level of the surface the water rushes in to fill the empty space. As the bowl fills up there becomes less empty space and the initial rush of water slows and tapers off, and then eventually ceases. The atmosphere works on this principle, and wind is the result, as the air molecules from dense areas (high pressure) move to fill in the spaces in thin areas (low pressure). The direction of the wind is obviously a result of where the two pressure zones lie relative to each other, and the strength of the wind depends on just how dense (or not dense) each zone is, with stronger flow occurring when the difference is great, and weaker flow when the difference is small.

Today there was a high pressure zone to the west of us, and a low pressure zone to the east, as a cold weather front passed through. They don’t directly tell you what the barometric pressure is in each zone, but they do show the number of isobars (each representing an increment in difference), of which there were many. Today’s winds were the sort I tend to associate with storms, but there was no storm, just creaking trees and the snapping of tarp edges.

Today not at Kingsford – Holiday sunset

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Sunset on Christmas Day. It was a quiet family gathering with just the immediate family this year, at the new house east of Brockville. The landscape out that way is very flat and agricultural through most of it (my parents’ place backs onto a largeish tract of young forest in the middle of all these fields). For all that I tend to find flat agriculture somewhat boring, one thing you have to say for these regions is the sunsets are amazing. You get to see the sun right up until it dips to the horizon, and the final flash of brilliant colours created by the low angle as it slips over the edge. Here in the Frontenac Arch the landscape is so rocky, full of ridges, and covered in trees, that you only ever see the sun dip toward the horizon if you live on the east side of a wide lake, and even then you still never see it touch the edge of the earth. My sisters and I went for a short walk while waiting for dinner, but returned inside before the final red rays of the setting sun washed over the lower sky.

I’m back home after a few days away for the holidays, and should be back on a more regular schedule again. Also, back to work! The holidays were a nice excuse for a break.

Christmas Sunset

Turkeys for dinner

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Christmas draws near, and with all the last-minute preparations, frantic gift-buying (or -making, if you’re the sort to do that), hurried baking, and all those other things that take place in the week leading up to Christmas, the blog has necessarily taken a back seat. It will probably continue to do so till I get back from my parents’ place after Christmas, though I’ll try to at least post a holiday photo Christmas day.

That doesn’t mean there’s been nothing going on here, though. We got two dumps of snow over the weekend, starting upon our return from the Christmas Bird Count mentioned in the last posts. It snowed steadily for the rest of the day. Saturday was nice and clear, and then Sunday we got another pile of snow starting early in the morning and then clearing up in the afternoon. We’re forecasted to get some more tomorrow. In between storms this weekend we had visitors stop by for dinner, scratching under the feeders for seed dropped by the multitude of Blue Jays scrabbling atop the platform feeder. A new species to visit our feeders, appropriate to the holidays – Wild Turkeys.

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There were nine of them total, although it was hard to get a good count while they were under the feeders because the deck partially obscured the ground there. The way the house is oriented on the available land doesn’t provide a good spot for placing feeders where they’re both easy to see from the big main windows (and from my desk), but also where you can see the ground underneath. Dan first noticed them (I was absorbed in whatever I was working on at my desk) and called my attention to them. A few under the feeders, the rest in the raspberry tangles at the edge of the cliff, all of them too close for good views, I had to look through the deck railings to see them or get photos. There seemed to be a large male, with a pinkish head, and a whole bunch of smaller females, with brown heads.

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Turkeys travel in small flocks during the winter season, which may or may not be mixed sexes. In the early spring the flocks break up, males establish territories, and the females pick a territory to nest in, resulting in apparent breeding flocks of a male and his harem. Really, though, the females choose the territory that offers the best resources for raising young, and whichever male happens to be defending it ends up (usually) as their mate (younger males who don’t have a territory can always sneak in a quick copulation while the primary male is distracted). I remember reading something back when I was doing the fact-checking for the Wild Turkey account in the Ontario Breeding Bird Atlas (prior to its publication, I was heavily involved in the editing and other aspects of the accounts) that while the females are laying and incubating their brood, they will leave at dawn and dusk (possibly at other times, too?) to forage, and all the hens from the territory will group together in a flock while foraging, then go back to their respective nests.

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I remember reading that, but it was probably in the Birds of North America account which I don’t have access to anymore. So it may or may not be true. What is true is that once the chicks hatch they and their moms all get together with the other families from the territory and will spend the summer bombing around as one big happy group. This sort of gathering of families and young happens in a number of species, mostly gallinaceous species (grouse, chicken, and other game birds) or waterfowl. It allows for greater protection against predators – more eyes, and reduces the chance of any one individual chick being picked off, the whole safety in numbers thing. Families will often stay together right through the winter, only breaking up in the spring when the females go off to find a territory to nest in, and the young males will try to find a territory to defend.

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It’s hard to say whether the group we had under our feeder was therefore a group of adults, or a female with her young from that year (although they can hatch up to a dozen chicks, the youngsters suffer a high mortality rate during their first couple of weeks, while they are flightless and at risk from predators and ugly weather). The male didn’t seem to have the fully formed wattles of a nice big adult, so it’s probable he was a young-of-the-year, a chick from the summer. The adult males get strikingly bold head colouration, particularly during the breeding season. They also have fleshy growths above and below their bill, called caruncles. When the males are strutting their stuff the growths become engorged with blood and long and firm (which also calls to mind another familiar species that does the same thing…). Male turkeys can change the colour of their head, as well, from their normal pink to blue or white when excited or aroused. Interestingly, the red wattles under a male’s chin (which don’t change colour) grow throughout his life, starting out about two inches (5 cm) and averaging about 4 inches (10 cm) per year after that. Turkeys live on average two to three years (though it’s possible for them to live longer) so older males will have wattles 10 or more inches (25 cm) long. I think that confirms the male as a youngster.

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Wild Turkeys are the largest game bird in North America. There are only two species of turkey, the other one being the Oscillated Turkey of South America, a gorgeously iridescent bird (you really have to click that link and see it to believe it). Our North American turkeys are iridescent, too, it’s just that compared to their southern cousins theirs is a much more subdued glamour. Now and then, when they turn, their feathers will catch the light just so, and you’ll get a quick glimpse of this oil-slick gleam.

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The previous photo is of the bird’s tertials, the flight feathers closest to the body on the wing, with a greenish sheen. These are body feathers, and have a redder bronzy hue. Both the males and the females have these beautiful iridescent feathers. Then their tails are a rich rusty red, and their outer wing feathers are pale and barred. They may not be as striking as the peacock, but turkeys really are pretty gorgeous birds. If you can get past the head.

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Most birds with featherless heads are like that because they’re routinely sticking their head in places where the feathers are likely to get all gooey or messy – like a roadkill carcass, in the case of Turkey Vultures, who incidentally get their name from their superficial resemblance to the ground fowl. Turkeys are omnivorous, eating a wide variety of foodstuffs, from the seeds under our birdfeeders, to berries on low-growing shrubs, to acorns and other nuts in the forest, grasses and leaf buds, insects, spiders, millipedes, snails, even frogs and salamanders if they can catch them. In the summer they take high protein foods like insects while raising their young, in the winter they take what they can get. A bare head doesn’t serve the same function for them that it does for vultures, instead is useful, at least in males, for its bright colours and the ability to change colour according to situation. The featherless heads of females is just a byproduct.

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Prior to the arrival of settlers, turkeys were common throughout the forests of the east. Its numbers plummeted in the 1800s due to overhunting (as we know, turkey makes an excellent dinner) and habitat loss as land was cleared for agriculture. Things got so bad, in fact, that the species disappeared from Ontario altogether by 1909. For 75 years there were almost no turkeys in Ontario. The Ontario Breeding Bird Atlas, which censused the birds of Ontario from 1981-1985, records turkeys in just 19 squares. Then in 1984 the Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources began a reintroduction program that started with 74 birds taken from Michigan and Missouri and released into the forests of southern Ontario (it may be some of these birds were the ones recorded among those 19 squares). Turkeys have continued to be taken from high-density populations and released into Ontario since then, and now the species is found through virtually all of southern Ontario south of the Canadian Shield (and even some locations on the Shield). It is now found in 911 squares. The provincial population is estimated at over 100,000 individuals.

In some, particularly in the north, these populations are sustained through continued release of captive-raised or transplanted birds. The survival of Wild Turkeys is largely dictated by amount of snowfall. In areas where ground snow exceeds 25 cm (10 inches) for extended periods (more than seven consecutive weeks) the birds cannot forage well enough to sustain their diet and most will eventually starve. Some northern populations may also be able to survive by regularly visiting feeders when the snow gets too deep. I doubt that we’ll see that sort of snow cover persist throughout the winter, but we’ll keep our feeders stocked just in case, and I’ll hope to see them again.