Monthly Archives: July 2009

The old family homestead

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In 1821, my great-great-great-great-grandfather John Leckie immigrated to Canada from Scotland. He was tempted to leave his occupation as a weaver to try his hand at farming in the new land by an offer by the Canadian government of 100 acres of land free to new settlers. The government would also pay to survey the land, and cover their travel expenses from the port of landing in Quebec to their new home. He and his wife, along with their 9 children aged 15 years to 4 months, arrived at the new homestead after 46 days at sea and a long trek by wagon along muddy, often near-impassable roads.

The land they were given lies not far north of our new home, in the middle of Lanark County. This weekend Dan and I decided to take advantage of a break in the rainy weather to see some of the landscape north of us. We made a short detour to visit the original Leckie homestead.

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The original log and beam cabin still stands at its original location, just a short distance south of Dalhousie Lake. As homes go they could have done worse, it’s a beautiful area, with the lake right nearby, although the rocky landscape and thin soils aren’t ideal for farming. Still, they managed to eke out a living from the unforgiving land, raising 12 children over the years. The children grew, married and moved away, most of them to Lambton County in southwestern Ontario, much more favourable farmland. In 1867, at the age of 89, John Leckie and his wife sold the homestead they’d inhabited for 46 years and moved in with one of their sons.

The cabin has changed hands a number of times since then, sometimes lived in, sometimes left untended. When the clan history book was revised in 1994, they provide a bit of information on its recent history. It seems it stood vacant for many years until it was purchased by a couple in the early 1980s with the intention of turning it into their retirement home, building some additions and restoring the original cabin. Unfortunately, as sometimes happens, both died within a few years of retirement, and were cheated of the opportunity to really enjoy the place.

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When the cabin was resold in the mid-1980s, the new owners dismantled the old barn and used the logs to build a new home across the road. The house is hidden in the trees and not much can be seen from the road; I didn’t want to intrude by walking up the driveway. The land surrounding the old cabin continued to be cut for hay, but I gather the house was no longer lived in.

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When we visited, the house was looking a little the worse for wear. The windows were boarded up, and the roof was missing some shingles. If it still belongs to the same owners, then it’s possible it hasn’t been lived in for 20 years. There’s a part of me that would want to buy it to restore it and fill it with love again; it seems sad for something with such history to be forgotten and fall into such disrepair. Ultimately, I don’t think it’s the sort of house Dan and I would want as our permanent residence, but maybe someone else will buy it and take care of it.

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I’m reminded of the old structure that stands near the house we’re currently renting. I gather this is the original farmhouse for this concession, as well. I believe that when the owners of the house we’re renting were building it, nearly 30 years ago, they stayed in this old house temporarily. In the years since it’s been used primarily for storage. I wonder what stories it could tell.

Sunday snapshot: bluet damselfly

unidentified bluet

Okay, I lied. We’re still not online at our new home, waiting to have the company out to tell us how tall the tower needs to be to get signal (when I left on Wednesday to go to my mom’s, the service guy was there to check for signal and install the service, and I expected it to be all up and going by the time I got back. Fingers crossed that we’ll be online in the next couple of days.

In the meantime, check out the latest I and the Bird at A Birding Blog from Peru by Gunnar Engblom.

Forest spirits

Indian Pipe, Monotropa uniflora

Speaking of blueberries… while at Maplewood Bog earlier this week I discovered these flowers growing in the forest. It’s one of those species that you recognize right away when you see it, because it’s so distinctive. They are Indian Pipe, Monotropa uniflora, also known as Ghost Plant or Corpse Plant for its pale, almost ghostly appearance, and are completely white because they lack any chlorophyll for photosynthesis. What you see growing above the ground is all there is to the plant – there are no leaves, just these flower stalks. It tends to grow in areas that don’t receive much sunlight, primarily dense forests, and chlorophyll would end up costing the plant more energy to produce there than it would be able to get back through photosynthesis.

Indian Pipe, Monotropa uniflora

So where does it get its energy, if it isn’t producing it itself? There are a number of non-photosynthetic plant species, and most of them are parasitic on another. One of the best known, perhaps, is the mistletoe of western North America, which hangs in the branches of its host tree in large clumps. Indian Pipe appears to be independent, but its host is actually hidden underground. It parasitizes a mychorrizal fungus, which itself is symbiotic with a tree. The fungus helps the tree to secure nutrients and water from the soil, more efficiently than the tree could do on its own. In turn, the tree provides the fungus with sugars that it made through photosynthesis high in the canopy, which the fungus is unable to make itself.

Indian Pipe, Monotropa uniflora

Where does Indian Pipe fit in? While each member of the fungus-tree symbiosis returns something to the relationship, the Indian Pipe is parasitic – it takes, without giving anything in return. It parasitizes the fungus by fooling the fungus into thinking it’s another part of the tree. The fungus gives the Indian Pipe sugars, nutrients and water, but of course the Indian Pipe doesn’t give the fungus anything in return. It can get away with this because it saps a very small volume of food relative to what passes between the fungus and the tree, so neither of the symbiotic partners feels any sort of drain.

dried flower stalks

I had seen many of these dried flower stalks in the forest on previous visits, but without any idea what they were. Now, having seen the Indian Pipe in the same area, I’m fairly certain that they’re last year’s Indian Pipe. After the flowers are fertilized, as the fruits begin to mature, the stalk straightens so that they become erect and upright. Eventually the plant material browns and dies, leaving woody, stiff stems topped with seed capsules.

Indian Pipe, Monotropa uniflora

So what about that mention of blueberries at the beginning? Indian Pipe is actually a member of the Ericaceae, the blueberry family, which includes blueberries and cranberries (of course), as well as rhododendron, azalea and arbutus, among others. Of the 3000+ non-photosynthetic plant species, the majority are in this family. The presence of Indian Pipe in a woodland usually means the soil is very rich and the forest extremely high-quality. If you spot the white flowers there, chances are there are many other unique and uncommon species to be found nearby.

Sweet blue treat

Blueberry, Vaccinium sp

Life is full of simple pleasures, most of them free. One of mine is picking wild berries. Right now the blueberries are just coming into ripeness at Rock Ridge. Yesterday morning Dan and I visited the site for our fourth MAPS session. It was slow for birds, with just 11 caught in six hours of effort. Much of the rest of my time was spent snacking on wild blueberries.

Blueberry, Vaccinium sp

We observed the short bushes in bloom back in May, and at the time didn’t know what they were – I’d only seen blueberry bushes once before, and at that time they were already fruiting. After some flipping through guides I finally settled on Lowbush Blueberry for these short flowering shrubs, even though the flowers I had photos of were mostly pink or pinkish, and Lowbush Blueberry flowers were supposed to be white.

Blueberry, Vaccinium sp

Two months later, my identification was confirmed, at least to genus. Now, the actual berries are easy to ID, whether on the plant or off! There are two primary species of blueberry grown in North America: highbush and lowbush. Lowbush refers to Vaccinium angustifolium, which is also known as wild blueberry. Cultivated blueberries also go by the name of highbush blueberry, and are V. corymbosum. Both species are grown and harvested at a commercial level. As of the 2007 census, blueberries are commercially grown on 47,941 hectares (63,077 acres) of land in Canada, primarily in Quebec.

Blueberry, Vaccinium sp

Besides these two, there are an additional 450 species in the genus Vaccinium, most of them found in the cooler northern hemisphere. Eighteen occur in Canada. The genus also contains related shrubs such as cranberries and huckleberries. Vaccinium species prefer well-drained, acidic soils that are often associated with rocky boreal or montane habitats, or bogs and heaths.

I’d been feeling pretty sure of my ID right until I sat down to start this post. In doing a bit more research on blueberries, and discovering that there were so many species, I began to think it may not be lowbush after all. Now I’m thinking it’s probably Velvet-leaf Blueberry, V. myrtilloides. Also called Canadian Blueberry, this species grows across Canada and the northeastern US. One website noted that flowers can be greenish-white or pinkish, which matches what I observed among our plants. However, there seems to be some confusion regarding the taxonomy of these two species, and they apparently will hybridize in areas where they occur together.

Blueberry, Vaccinium sp

Blueberries grow from underground rhizomes, and can spread into large patches that sprawl across 30 feet (10 m) or more when conditions are good. The species is extremely fire-tolerant, growing quickly back from its roots after a blaze burns through the forest. In fact, where blueberries are are cultivated, they are often burned back to the roots to stimulate the next season’s growth.

A large section of the park was burned over (twice) about 80 years ago in the “Blueberry Wars” – disputes over picking rights of the wild blueberries growing on the land at the time escalated until someone either accidentally or intentionally lit a fire – perhaps in a fit of “if I can’t have them, you can’t either!”. The fires helped to shape the current landscape of the park by exposing the thin, parched topsoil to erosion.

Blueberry, Vaccinium sp

The berries provide food for many species. They’re a favourite with bears, and in the north portion of the park there are definitely bears present. Although we haven actually seen the mammal yet, there are signs of their presence, such as flipped-over rocks (from looking underneath for invertebrates and other food items) or piles of scat. Bears are pretty wary creatures, and we make enough noise tromping through the bush that most likely one would depart long before we ever were aware of its presence.

Birds feed on the berries, too. I rather suspect they’re particularly enjoyed by thrushes, including robins, as well as catbirds and thrashers. In my experience, thrushes and catbirds are the messiest birds to band because their fruit-filled droppings usually leave a colourful stain on your clothing, and you can pretty much count on them to let loose on you at least once during the process.

Blueberry, Vaccinium sp

Blueberries are loaded with vitamin C, and are often touted for their antioxidant properties. They were a common fruit in the diets of Native Americans, and were very versatile, eaten fresh or dried, in meals such as soups or meats, or on their own. The leaves could be used to make a medicinal tea. And of course, the berry juices make an excellent dye.

You can buy blueberry rakes that make harvesting much easier for commercial-scale blueberry crops, but there weren’t enough berries on our little shrubs to make such a tool necessary. I plucked them off by hand, and almost immediately popped them in my mouth. Mmm mmm. Hard to beat fresh-off-the-bush berries.

Moved in and online!

Black-eyed Susans and new house

We are now moved and mostly settled in at the new house, after a hectic couple of weeks. I have yet to have a chance to really enjoy the meadows, as the only really sunny day we’ve had since the move was on the actual date we were moving. However, a couple of short semi-sunny breaks have inspired me enough to try (whereupon I promptly get rained on again).

I am housesitting for my parents again for a couple of days, and have solid internet access, but just as I was leaving this afternoon the serviceguy arrived to test for signal strength for wireless internet at our house, and to install it if the strength was good. I arrived here late, after Dan had headed out to do Whip-poor-will surveys, so I haven’t heard what the final verdict was, yet.

Skipper and meadow

We were up at 3am for MAPS this morning, and because of the housesitting I missed the usual post-MAPS recovery nap. My eyelids are droopy and my neck starting to go rubbery, so just a short post tonight. However, I have lots of material from our recent MAPS visits that I want to post, so look for those over the next few days!