The Marvelous in Nature

There and back again

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Yesterday morning I did the bird census down our road. It was a lovely morning, cool, but not unpleasantly so, clear and sunny. As the sun rose, it warmed up, so by the time I got down to the meadows at the end of the census route, it was feeling pretty comfortable. Perfect weather for migration. It wasn’t just the birds who were on the move, though – so were the monarchs. I haven’t seen very many monarchs since arriving here, just the odd one here and there. Yesterday morning I probably saw about a dozen during the census – enough for me to note their increased abundance.

In northern climates, where the environment cools down or freezes during the winter, animals have evolved various ways of coping. For insects, most of which are unable to be active when it’s very cold, there are two strategies, stay or leave – overwinter (essentially a hibernation of sorts) or migrate. Monarch butterflies fall into the latter category. Monarchs are long-distance migrants, and the individuals I saw in the meadow yesterday will, in a few months, be spending a nice balmy winter in central Mexico.

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There are three distinct populations of monarch butterflies – one east of the Rocky Mountains, one west, and one in Central America, all of which have unique migration patterns and overwintering destinations. About 90% of Canada’s monarch population live east of the Rockies, and all of them will head down to one of perhaps a dozen spots in central Mexico to spend the winter. These sites are all high-elevation oyamel fir forests located within about 800 square kilometers (309 square miles). This area has been designated as the Mariposa Monarca Biosphere Reserve.

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The population from west of the Rockies winters further north, in central and southern California. There are about 200 known overwintering sites in the state, with anywhere from dozens to tens of thousands of individuals present at each site. The Central American population doesn’t undertake a latitudinal migration, but mostly moves short distances of 10 to 100 km (6 to 60 miles) from highland to lowland areas.

Not surprisingly, with populations overwintering in such concentrations, both habitat loss and natural disaster pose serious potential threats. I would be extremely surprised if the population hadn’t gone through such events before, and obviously had survived and rebounded, but it does pose some concern, especially in the face of climate change that has the potential to produce more numerous and more severe storms and conditions than the butterflies are used to weathering.

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A monarch butterfly hatched at the beginning of the summer may only live for two months, but those hatched at the end, the ones that undertake migration, will enter a non-reproductive state that allows them to live for up to 9 months, enough to get them through the winter and started back north to breed again. Of course, it’s not enough to get our Canadian butterflies back home to us, so those monarchs that I saw in the meadow will not return. Rather, monarchs have developed a strategy to circumvent this short lifespan and still allow them to migrate. The butterflies that overwintered in Mexico will move north to breeding sites in the southern US in March and April. There they lay eggs and go through two or three generations. The latter generations are the ones who continue the push north, as the original adults by that time have died. This step-by-step generational approach to migration allows the monarchs not only to take advantage of milkweed as it starts growing in each region, but also helps to build up the population, which suffered losses over the winter. As well, by going further north, the species can produce up to three additional broods beyond when milkweed begins to die off in the southern US in June.

Our Canadian monarchs finally make it home in late May or early June. Those west of the Rockies may not return to British Columbia in all years. The best years are warm, dry summers, or summers with extended periods of sunny weather. The mechanisms by which the later generations find their way back north again is still unclear, but there is obviously a genetic component to it.

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During southbound migration, monarchs prefer to stick to dry land and are reluctant to cross large bodies of open water (such as the Great Lakes). Part of this is because of their migration method – they use air thermals, rising columns of warm air heated by the sun striking the earth, to gain altitude, where wind currents higher in the sky will help give them a tailwind, or where they can glide down to the base of the next thermal (much like hawks). These thermals can sometimes take the butterfly to incredible heights – sometimes up to a kilometer (0.6 mile) high.

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Air thermals don’t form over open water, so it’s much more work for the butterfly to cross a large lake than it is for them to follow a shoreline. However, sometimes following a shoreline leads them into what are often called migrant traps – places where the geography of the land naturally causes migrants to accumulate (this applies to both birds and butterflies). Because going in reverse counters their natural instincts, the migrants remain at the trap until such time as favourable weather occurs for crossing over the lake. Sometimes this is simply the next day for butterflies, if they’ve arrived mid-day, or sometimes they may hang around for a few days, if a string of cold or wet days occur.

One such migrant trap is the Leslie Street Spit (Tommy Thompson Park) on the Toronto waterfront. Although I was away most years, I was fortunate to be able to experience the migration last fall. Often monarchs will make a significant push on just one or a few days, leading to huge concentrations (for here, anyway; they’re paltry compared to those on the wintering grounds). We lucked out in catching the one big one last fall – we’d noted increased numbers of monarchs passing through earlier in the morning, and later in the day a trip to the tip of the spit revealed clusters of butterflies clinging to the tree branches, waiting for the next day to cross the lake.

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We estimated there were perhaps 15,000 to 17,000 butterflies out there, split up over three or four locations, but with at least two thirds of them in a single large woodlot at the end. It was an amazing sight, but interestingly, a surprisingly cryptic one. When we first approached the woodlot we weren’t sure there were many butterflies there. It wasn’t until we actually walked inside amongst the trees, and disturbed a cluster, that we began to notice them. Then, once we started really looking, they were everywhere. Walking through from one end of the woodlot to the other was magical; as you passed the butterflies would rise from the branches where they were hanging and filled the air in golden clouds, before settling back down again once you’d passed. So light on their wings, it gave the space a more airy feeling than if it had simply been empty.

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I probably won’t see numbers like that again without a special trip down to Lake Ontario; although monarchs will still roost together in smaller groups, such migrant traps just don’t exist away from the lakeshore. But even still, watching the butterflies dance among the meadow flowers is also very captivating and peaceful.

You can join in and help track monarch migration with the citizen science program Journey North, which invites you to submit your monarch observations to be included in a map compilation. The site also has lots of other great info about monarchs and monarch migration, including maps of this year’s migration.

Today at Kingsford

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Another “Today” today, due to technical problems. I was out most of yesterday afternoon running errands in town (a task that seems to suck up most of a day without any trouble at all, as what should reasonably take less than three hours ends up taking over five – time must stretch in Kingston) and when I returned home, the internet was not working. Well, as I’m sure everyone can sympathize, trying to troubleshoot computer problems can take a while. I did finally get it working again this morning, but only after reinstalling the program (which, it turned out, had mysteriously disappeared). This afternoon was spent checking out my parents’ soon-to-be new digs, so no time for a full post tonight, either.

Time for a short one, though. This evening I discovered this guy resting on the wall beside the door. I suspect it’s the same one that startled Blackburnian yesterday and then disappeared. Although it looks like a giant mosquito, and looks rather creepy, it’s not, and it’s harmless. It’s a Crane Fly, a member of the family Tipulidae. The Kaufman guide to insects notes, “Often abundant, and extremely diverse, they are impossible for anyone but an expert to identify beyond the family level.” Well. Should I not even bother trying, then? Still, those wings ought to be distinctive, such bold patterns and bright (for a crane fly) colours. And the size. This is easily the largest crane fly I’ve ever seen, a couple inches across from leg to leg.

Sure enough, a search for “giant crane fly” on BugGuide.net turns up several photos of my bug in the results. It’s a Giant Eastern Crane Fly, Pedicia albivitta. It’s found through most of the northeast, south to North Carolina and west to Minnesota, so strange that I haven’t encountered it before (a little like the millipedes, I suppose). The larvae are aquatic and predaceous, feeding on small invertebrates. Adults are seen in two distinct flight periods, one in the spring and one in the fall. They also come to artificial light. Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of them!

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Blackburnian came up from fishing this evening, and prodded me to get up from the couch, where I was dozily watching tv with the puppy, to look out the window at the lake. The moon was nearly full again, and was reflecting off the water in a glittering ribbon. After a few days of clouds, and some stormy, windy weather last night, the calm and brightness of tonight’s full moon was beautiful. The temperature has dropped with the passing of the storm, as well, from a sweltering humid evening trying to wear as few items of clothing as possible yesterday, to contemplating putting the fire on for the first time this fall this evening. I bundled myself up in my winter jacket, put my camera on my tripod, and trundled down to the dock to take a few photos on what little juice remained in my camera’s rechargable battery. I don’t go down to the dock after dark nearly as often as I’d like to, mostly because the trail down is so dark, and is steep and littered with stones, not a good combination. If we were to buy this place, one of the things I would like to do is put in stairs down to the water, so I could enjoy the moonrises and starry skies.

Moonrise through the cattails

Flight of the queens

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Yesterday while taking the puppy out for her hourly bathroom break, I happened to notice a few swarms of insects crawling among the grass on the lawn. Closer inspection revealed them to be ants. They were reasonably contained to a small area, perhaps a foot square, for each swarm, and there were at least three or four that I noticed. They seemed to be mixed individuals, half small yellow-orange ones, and half larger reddish ones with wings. Sprinkled among them were a number of small black ones with wings.

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It was the makings of a reproductive flight, and the participants are most likely of the genus Acanthomyops*. Late in the summer, on a warm, humid day, often just after a rain, these ant colonies send forth their reproductive individuals to fly, mate, and establish new colonies. The little yellow individuals are workers. They won’t be going anywhere; once all the excitement is over they’ll return to the nest and get back to business. The larger ones, though, with the big clear wings, are the new queens, and the little winged black guys are the males.

*Myrmecos comments to suggest the ants are Lasius claviger, which used to be Acanthomyops but scientific evidence showed that the species actually belonged to the closely related sister species Lasius.

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They have evolved this strategy of all swarming at once for two primary reasons. The first is that if everyone comes out at once it makes it a heck of a lot easier to find a mate. Just within our little lawn there were several colonies producing reproductives that afternoon. The other reason is the whole safety in numbers premise – if everyone comes out at once, it’s impossible for predators to get everyone, so some individuals will survive to start a new colony. These swarms are sure an impressive and intriguing sight, it’s easy to sit for a while and watch them all crawling up and around and over.

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Curiously, when I was looking up on BugGuide.net for more info on the genus (they don’t offer much, unfortunately), I discovered this photo of the same sort of Acanthomyops ant swarm, which was also taken yesterday. The photo was from Connecticut, which presumably had shared similar weather patterns to us here. I wonder just how many colonies were swarming yesterday afternoon?

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The common name for ants of this genus is Citronella Ants, for the smell they emit when disturbed or crushed. I didn’t know this when I was looking for them, so didn’t check, but wasn’t likely to stick my hand in there anyway. They don’t have the formic acid defense that the most common household ants we encounter do, but I didn’t know that at the time. Another name they’re known by is Foundation Ants, for their habit of nesting in the loose soil that frequently surrounds the foundation of suburban houses. Unlike carpenter ants, however, they are harmless and don’t do any damage to the house, nor do they tend to forage inside.

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The queens head for tall objects sticking up from the ground, such as twigs or blades of grass, from which they take off on their flight in search of a mate. Once they’ve found a male and mated, they’ll drop to the ground and look for a suitable, uninhabited location to start a new nest. The soft soil around foundations is easy for the young queens to dig in, which is why it’s so often favoured. Once the queen finds a spot she’ll drop her wings and start excavating her new home. It’s a lot of work, and will take her a while to establish. Many nests never make it past this stage.

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Some species of ant, including Acanthomyops latipes (I don’t know if these are that species, or a different species of Acanthomyops), will avoid having to go through all that work by instead searching out a colony of the closely related genus Lasius. She’ll invade the colony, kill the Lasius queen, and take over control of the existing workers while she breeds a new colony of her own offspring. This behaviour is called temporary social parasitism. In fact, because of this close relationship between these two genera (as well as other reasons), Acanthomyops is sometimes considered a subgenus of Lasius, rather than a separate genus in its own right.

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This little male looks tiny next to the large queens. The males, unlike the queens, will retain their wings till death, but that’s not all that far away. The male’s sole purpose appears simply to mate with new queens, after which he dies. While queens may be produced by young colonies, males are apparently only produced from older, mature colonies. A colony may last for many, many years, depending on the species. A queen will live for several years herself (up to 15 years depending on the species), but for older colonies it may not be the original queen present; rather, she may have died and been replaced by a daughter.

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Not sure what this worker is doing. In fact, I’m not sure why the workers were out amid the swarm of winged reproductives period. I didn’t spend a lot of time watching them, because I had a rambunctious puppy at the end of the leash who didn’t have the same appreciation for such phenomena. I put her in her crate so I could take a number of photos of the colony, but couldn’t leave her there long. When I returned to the area this afternoon they were all gone, the area was empty. It’s amazing how fleeting it is, and you really need to be in the right place at the right time to notice it. Presumably a number of those queens I saw yesterday are now off starting a new nest of their own.

A scar on the face of the earth

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Of course, when I was back in Toronto this week I couldn’t very well pass up the opportunity to visit my parents – it was still an hour from Toronto, but a heck of a lot closer than from Kingston. It was necessarily a short visit, by the time I got there after my doctor’s appointment, and I had to leave mid-day the next day. However, Mom and I did have time to run out to a few places in the morning.

One of our destinations took us past the quarry northeast of their house. I don’t go that way much anymore, though at one point, back in high school, it was a semi-regular route to school. If it’s a nice day I like to stop and look out over the quarry from one of two lookouts along the road. At least from this point in the operations, I find the vista beautiful. The northwest corner of the quarry is old, and for as long as I can remember the bottom has been filled with water. The water there is a cool crystal green-blue, and on a sunny day sparkles like it’s scattered with diamonds.

The above photo is taken from the broad-side (rather than the end) viewpoint, which looks out over the midpoint of the quarry pit. To the right is the old sections, filled with water. To the left is still active, with the quarry offices and a few roads. You’ll need to really click on the image, and then click on “All Sizes” on the subsequent page, to get the full effect (or you could just click here).

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Quarries fall into the NIMBY (Not In My Back Yard) category. The sort of thing that most folks recognize is necessary, and/or have no particular problem with – they just don’t want it in their neighbourhood. I’m sort of on the fence about them. They are a bit of a scar on the landscape, creating a permanent destruction to habitat. The area will never be the same again, it’s not like logging where the forest has the potential to regrow, if given sufficient time and resources. The landscape is not going to refill itself, in the case of a quarry.

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This is taken to the extreme in the case of mountaintop removal mining, itself a type of quarrying. This affront to the landscape was blogged about by many people, the first that I was aware of being Julie Zickefoose. It’s a bit shocking that whole mountains can be removed by people. If you think a hole in the ground changes the landscape, try the removal of the undulating peaks of the Appalachians. This satellite view (taken from Google Earth) is of a mountaintop quarry near Fayetteville, West Virginia, one of the areas Julie talks about. You can see the corrugations of the feeder streams running into the valley creeks surrounding the mountains, and then there’s the scar left by the mining operations. It’s more shocking from ground level – some of the photos on Julie’s blog are very alarming.

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The largest limestone quarry mine is at Rogers City, Michigan. It’s shown above, with the town just to the left. The quarry is expansive – about 5.6 km (3.5 miles) across. It’s three or four times the size of the neighbouring town, whose population is about 3,300. I have to assume that much of the town is populated by the quarry’s workers, or employees of the associated cement or limestone processing plants.

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There are two quarries near my parents’, and neither are mountaintop removal mines, or as big as the Rogers City mine, so their visible impact on the landscape, at least at ground level, is less obvious, though still present. Both quarries are limestone quarries. The Niagara Escarpment, which runs from Niagara Falls all the way north to Georgian Bay, is a ridge of limestone that protrudes in cliffs and outcroppings. It supports a unique collection of habitats, in part because its rocky nature has made it less suitable for farming and therefore more landscape has been spared or allowed to re-naturalize, but also because of the structure of the rock below.

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(I also want to mention an observation on limestone, though don’t have a good spot in the flow of the post, so I’m tagging it here. Limestone is very basic – the opposite of acidic – and so tends to neutralize acid rain when it falls on landscapes with limestone bases. In the north, on the Canadian Shield, the base is granite, which doesn’t neutralize acid rain. As a result, lakes and groundwater on the shield has more acidity problems that affect the insects, fish and other wildlife there than those south of the sheild. Also, limestone is a very soft rock, and is prone to easy erosion, which can and does shape landscape formations such as the “flowerpot” stacks of Flowerpot Island.)

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I recall while growing up the occasional rattle of the windows in their panes when the quarry detonated some explosives, but the quarry had little influence on my life otherwise, except as a curiosity. However, I had friends who lived along a road that backed on to the quarry. As the quarry aged, and by necessity expanded its borders, it began to encroach upon these residences. At some point after we’d all graduated from high school and I’d lost touch with many of these friends, the quarry bought out the residents, and had the homes demolished. I haven’t been down there since, but the satellite shows a stark picture. This is probably the most direct negative influence quarries have on people and communities. A more indirect effect, not only on human but also on natural communities, is the pollution of local streams and groundwater with tailings or silt runoff, particularly true of mountaintop mining.

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However, this rock is also ideal for many beneficial human purposes. For most of the 19th and 20th centuries, but even as far back as the Middle Ages, limestone was a popular building material. In fact, so much of Canada’s original capital, Kingston, Ontario (the city nearest me now), was built out of limestone that it’s sometimes nicknamed the “Limestone City”. Limestone is still used in building, but is more often used as siding, in the form of thin slabs, than large building blocks.

Beyond this, it’s also used in cement and mortar, in aggregate (the crushed rock used as the base for roads), in toothpaste, in paper, paint, tiles and other materials as a white pigment and inexpensive filler, in bread and cereals as a source of calcium, and in many other processes and products. It’s hard to think of what our society would be like without this versatile and widely-used material. And it has to come from somewhere. Thus the NIMBY dilemma.

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One of the issues is that the distribution of limestone often coincides with the distribution of people. In the more northern parts of Ontario, the more sparsely populated, the rock is granite. In the south, the rock is limestone, but there are also more people using the landscape. It would be easy to solve the NIMBY problem if we could simply shift operations to the north – the environmental issues would still exist, but it would be out of sight, and therefore out of mind, for most people. But you have to mine where the resources are, so that’s not really an option. It doesn’t seem as though there’s a satisfactory solution, unfortunately, and I anticipate quarries to remain a source of conflict for as long as we consume the material they produce.

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There are some monster machines in quarries. As we were trying to get a peek in to another part of the quarry, this giant boulder-mover (I’m sure it has a more official name among the quarry industry) rolled up the quarry road and stopped at the stop sign before crossing the sideroad. It’s monsterous. I didn’t get a good shot of the driver, looking puny behind the steering wheel, but imagine me coming only 2/3rds of the way up the wheel. Yeah. Monsterous. But then, to be efficient in its operations, the quarry really does need to move this rock in bulk.

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There isn’t much wildlife there, though, even in the older, abandoned parts. I imagine there are problems with dissolved minerals in the water that makes it unable to support much. And yet, down there on a little spit of dirt, was a pair of Canada Geese. I doubt they bred there, they’re probably either post-breeding dispersals or migrants, but in either case they seemed content to use it as a pit-stop. Certainly lots of water to paddle in, and couldn’t ask for much more privacy.

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As we were looking down on the vista from the overlook of the first photo, a vehicle caught my eye. It was parked off to the right, near the water. It looked like a police van. I couldn’t think of a good reason a police van would be in the middle of a quarry except for an investigation (did someone dump a body down the hill?). But they appeared to be putting up signs.

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Pulling out my telephoto lens revealed the answer: they were setting up for target practice! If you want a remote, unpopulated area within the densely-populated Toronto region where you don’t run any risk of someone wandering through, it’s hard to do much better than an old quarry.