Loon Songs

The whole family, all six of us, vacationed on a lake in the UP earlier this month. The water was flat and inviting, and inhabited by Common Loons, who sang randomly through the day and well into the night. They didn’t seem concerned when we floated near them; perhaps they intended to sing to us?


A Volunteer

I don’t remember when I first started noticing them in the fields and along the roads, whether here in West Virginia or perhaps elsewhere some time in the past, but I have been attracted to their charming yellow flowers and soft green foliage. From time to time I have thought, I should just dig one of those up for our yard. But there was never an opportunity — no place to park the car, or the flowers were too far out in a field.

While weeding this spring I noticed an interesting plant in the fence row along Hartland. It seemed vaguely familiar, so I decided that even though I didn’t know what it was I should let it grow. Maybe it would be something pretty. Or maybe not. And if not, I could just pull it up later.

Common Evening-Primrose (Oenothera biennis)

Common Evening-Primrose (Oenothera biennis)

And then it bloomed.

I’m glad I let it grow, and I didn’t even have to steal it from a field!

Common Evening-Primrose (Oenothera biennis) backed by a chorus of hybrid Daylilies (Hemerocallis)

Common Evening-Primrose (Oenothera biennis) backed by a chorus of hybrid Daylilies (Hemerocallis)

The flowers may not be spectacular, but they’re pretty, and the plant makes a nice addition in its place in the yard. Maybe next year there will be more of them.

Common Evening-Primrose (Oenothera biennis).

A Picnic Visitor

Earlier this month we went to a church picnic at Valley Falls State Park near Fairmont, West Virginia.

Great spangled fritillary (Speyeria cybele)

Great spangled fritillary (Speyeria cybele)

We were sitting in the picnic shelter when this friendly Great spangled fritillary (Speyeria cybele) decided to check us out, possibly wondering if we had any butterfly food handy. After flitting about, settling from time to time on the table, it decided to sit on Lisa’s hand. It sat there for quite a while, briefly flew away, then returned to sit a while longer. I’m not sure whether it wanted us to give it something or if it was just saying “Hello”. In any case, it enchanted us by its presence.

Great spangled fritillary (Speyeria cybele) showing wing underside

Great spangled fritillary (Speyeria cybele) showing wing underside

Note: any entomologist, professional or amateur, who knows more than I do is welcome to correct my identification of this butterfly. Just leave a comment. On the other hand, I have complete confidence in my identification of Lisa.

Messing About in Boats

“This has been a wonderful day!” said he, as the Rat shoved off and took to the sculls again. “Do you know, I’ve never been in a boat before in all my life.”

“What?” cried the Rat, open-mouthed: “Never been in a — you never — well I — what have you been doing, then?”

“Is it so nice as all that?” asked the Mole shyly, though he was quite prepared to believe it as he leant back in his seat and surveyed the cushions, the oars, the rowlocks, and all the fascinating fittings, and felt the boat sway lightly under him.

Kayaking at North Bend

Lisa Kayaking on North Bend Lake in North Bend State Park, 3 May 2018.

“Nice? It’s the only thing,” said the Water Rat solemnly as he leant forward for his stroke. “Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing — absolute nothing — half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing,” he went on dreamily: “messing — about — in — boats; messing —”

“Look ahead, Rat!” cried the Mole suddenly.

It was too late. The boat struck the bank full tilt. The dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his heels in the air.

“— about in boats — or with boats,” the Rat went on composedly, picking himself up with a pleasant laugh. “In or out of ’em, it doesn’t matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that’s the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don’t; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you’re always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you’ve done it there’s always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you’d much better not.”

— Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

North Bend Lake formed when the North Fork of the Hughes River was dammed in 2003. It’s a near ideal place for a beginning kayaker — the water is flat and easy to navigate, with a gentle current, and there seem to be few motor boats. The lake is dotted with the trunks of dead trees, a “ghost forest” as the West Virginia Gazette described it in 2015, killed by the rising water, and it has become the home of a colony of red-headed woodpeckers. We saw a number of them, usually as they moved quickly from tree to tree, and some even fleeter tree swallows dashing across the water.

Kayaking at North Bend State Park, Cairo, WV

Lisa Kayaking on North Bend Lake in North Bend State Park, 3 May 2018.