Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Another Snow





Another Snow
March 25, 2014
Morning

I awoke to the ground almost covered by snow, and more snow falling steadily.  Large, thick flakes were quickly covering the still leafless limbs and branches.
Though most people in southwest Indiana were likely grumbling today, I was rejoicing.  I could easily live in northern Maine.
The snow was so beautiful, the air bracing.  I thought of the snow piling up on the garden beds I had planted the day before, while the ground was dry, knowing that when the snow melts, it would sink into the ground, swell the seeds and coax them into germination.
I put on my hooded sweatshirt, winter vest, boots and gloves and headed outside to be fully surrounded by falling snow.  The wind was picking up, driving the snow toward the southeast, and some into my vest collar.
I went to the edge of the woods to look down and watch Cottonwood Pond.  The creek was a brown ribbon draped lazily across a white background.  The snow was piling up steadily on branches.
The water of the pond was a deeper brown, the yellowish cast of the previous days now gone.  I saw no ice formation from that distance.  The trunk of the fallen Cottonwood, stretching uphill, looked as if someone had painted its whole length with a thick coat of white milk paint.
The lower half of the root ball, over the pond, was brown, as the root ball was tipped a little over the pond, creating a dark, shadowy shelter.  I saw a bright spot of red in the darkness.  A male Cardinal was sitting among the rootlets, taking refuge for awhile from the wind and driving snow.
As I waited, more birds visited the area, singing, calling, flying around – spring activity was not stopped by an early spring snowfall.  I noticed that they were attracted to the brushy places, such as the tangles of branches in the tops of fallen trees.  This included the Bent Blue Beech across the south side of Cottonwood Pond.  They liked the landing surface of the horizontal trunk, but also the sense of shelter in the brown leaves that cling to the branches all winter.  Some birds flitted over the root ball now and then, and rested on the rootlets.  Though I could see the Cardinals from where I stood, other birds melted into the darkness of that area, then reappeared when their wings caught the glaring winter morning light.
Two male Cardinals flew erratically toward me, arguing over territory.  A female Junco quietly landed on a limb at the edge of the woods next to me, and I watched her for awhile as she tilted her head to eye me and changed position with tiny movements.
A deep splash sounded from the bottom of the woods.  This is not a sound common to this section of woods, where the creek is young and shallow.  It had to be at the pond.  I knew there were no fish, and it was too cold for frogs.  I heard another splash and saw the ripples on the pond. It was clods of dirt falling from the rootlets, adding to the mud at the bottom of the pond.
A pale dry leaf floated through the air from the northwest and landed gingerly on the pond's surface.  The wind pushed it, like a toy sailboat, to the south end.
The wind picked up more, gusting, enough to blow some snow off of clusters of pine needles, then enough to blow snow off of tree branches.
It was still snowing steadily.  I thought of the tiny white blooms of Harbinger-of-Spring between the leaf layer and the snow.  I thought of the buds of Spring Beauty and Cut-Leaved Toothwort just forming, and the knobs of Prairie Trillium, Jack-in-the-Pulpit and Mayapple plants poking up underneath it all, ready to pop up and unfurl when conditions allow.  There was still plenty of time.  Fragile Fern would be up then, too, and it will become difficult to walk down to Cottonwood Pond without stepping on new spring plants.
But, for the time being it was all white, and everything was nestled.  There will be more snow melt to flow down the opposite slopes toward the New Inlet of Cottonwood Pond, to seep into the ground and nourish new growth, and to add freshness to the flowing creek.  But, this day, I enjoyed being able to see birds more clearly against the white background, and I enjoyed the silence of snow.
I headed back to the house.  As I removed my boots on the porch, I heard a Towhee singing from a treetop at woods' edge.

A.Warm Day Journal





A Warm Day Journal
March 21, 2014
Early Afternoon

I am following along in my little notebook as I write this – the little green one that I take down to Cottonwood Pond to jot down observations.  The weather has been warmer, after a long winter.
Here we go …

        Very sunny and warm, windy.
        Lots of Spring Beauty leaves on the slope.  Cardinals singing.
        Lots of Raccoon prints at the creek, pond edge and along the Seep.  The also walked on the new clump of mud under the root ball at the pond's north end.
        I think that the root ball is leaning.
        The creek is flowing.
        I see a number of holes (dens?) in the root ball bottom.  There are five obvious ones, one larger than the rest.
        The pond water is very murky and yellowish, which is something new.  From yellow clay?
        A small Water Strider is on the pond! This is the first pond-related insect of the year.
        The pond water is up to the side of the Young Maple at the edge, but not around the tree.
        There is plenty of water in the New Inlet.
        There may be another inlet forming at the other end of the Barkless Log, next to the root ball – more mud is being washed in or away.
        I hear Nuthatches calling.
        I need to take photos of the south end of the pond (inlets), as well as the angle of the root ball, and compare to earlier photos (after my new camera arrives).
        A little spider runs across the water, rests on a leaf petiole that is sticking out, then runs on. This is the same kind of spider that skitters across the woods floor.  I'll need to catch one some day, long enough to look at it under magnification.
        The Seep is very wet and there is some water at the northwest corner of the pond.  The water had just been higher (though we haven't had rain lately, or any more snow melt).
        I measured the depth of “little pond” at its deepest with my handy-dandy homemade depth-measuring device (broom/twine/flat rock/twistie) and broke a stick to be equal to the length from rock bottom to the end of wetness on the twine (since I would be using the twistie to measure the larger pond).  I will measure the stick later against a yardstick.
        “little pond” is still well over its “banks”, to the other side of the Cottonwood trunk (its inlet is on that other side), and very wet up to the two-trunk tree that stands between the two ponds.
        It is very wet in the whole area, with lots of standing water.
        I hear Chorus Frogs calling from the pond across the road.
        I see flies flying around.
        I think that the angle of the Cottonwood trunk-to-ground is greater than usual (though the top of the Cottonwood tree still looks firmly entrenched in the V of the two-trunk Red Oak uphill). Could it be that the Cottonwood base and root ball have sunk in more deeply?  I have noticed the difference only after a lot of rain and snow melt. 
        Elderberry leaves are out of their buds a little more – they are green and flexible.  The end buds have also advanced. 
        On the south side of Cottonwood Pond, Crawdad chimneys are washed out.  I can see water deep down in some of them.
        There really is evidence of a new inlet forming (New Inlet #2?)
        There is a lot of water standing where it sometimes rushes down to the pond, and there are still remnants of a temporary “creek” going toward the New Inlet.  How long will this “creek” be “temporary”?
        Bright sun, blue sky.
        There is more mud accumulated at the east corner of the pond by the root ball – it could be from dirt-fall as well as rushing water.  Something to watch.
        A Raccoon has been along the mud trace that heads to the Cottonwood trunk and “little pond”. 
        There are Water Striders on “little pond”.  Are there mosquito or midge larvae below the surface already?  The Striders float slowly, then occasionally move their legs and jerk into another spot.
        I measured the deepest part of Cottonwood Pond.  It is just a little more than the deepest part of “little pond”.  Interesting!
        Grasses are coming to life.
        I took samples of Cottonwood Pond water, mud and some underwater debris.

Into the house to hold up the yardstick next to the broken stick (for “little pond”) and to hold up the twine next to the yardstick to see where the red twistie ends up.

The deepest parts were:
        “little pond”:             13 1/4”
        Cottonwood Pond     15 1/2”

So, Cottonwood Pond was only 2 1/4” deeper than “little pond”! Interesting!

Comparisons to past measurements:
Cottonwood Pond:  3/27/13     21 3/8”
                                7/23/13     11 1/2”
                                8/20/13       5 5/8”
                                (and there was that time it was only a puddle...)
“little pond”            7/23/13      12 1/2”  (only about an inch less than today??)

Winter Changes: A February Retrospective




Winter Changes: A February Retrospective
February 2014

Note:  I am writing this in the middle of March 2014, while I am “between cameras”, as my old one quit working and I have not found a new one yet.  So, I am condensing all that has happened in February into one entry, including some of the last photos I have.  Hang on – this is a long one, but it spans a much greater amount of time than usual.  I think this comparative study will be very enlightening, and we will see where things go from here.

It has been a winter of many drastic weather changes, when winter tossed about undecidedly from one extreme to another, and places in between.  This has even happened in a month's time, including February, which moved from new snow to slush, from melt to severe storms with hard rains, and back to hard freeze.
From day to day, what I would see when going to Cottonwood Pond was a fairly unpredictable adventure.
Here is a comparative retrospective of Cottonwood Pond and its environs throughout most of February, 2014.

  The woods on February 17

From uphill at the edge of the woods, from a distance, I could get a perspective on the whole condition of the pond and woods:




  Thick snow had fallen on the morning of  2/4, and was still falling as I explored.

  After a rain before the morning of 2/17, the snow was sinking and becoming somewhat slushy.
 


 
 A view from the East.  Most of the snow had melted by 2/19.











  A view from the Southeast.  No snow, all water, on 2/21, after a hard rain.

Let's take a close look at the changing conditions:




  On 2/4, there were deep tracks in the fresh snow.  A dusting of new snow lay inside the tracks.

 On 2/17, rain had pitted the slushy snow. The feet of raccoons and other animals has pressed deeply and clearly into the wetness.




 And on 2/21, raccoon prints were found only in mud, of which there was plenty after snow melt and torrential rain.










 Snow-topped logs were shining with ice on 2/17...


 ...but by 2/19, most of the woods floor was brown, with several swaths of white on north-facing slopes where the snow had not completely melted …

 … and on 2/21, mud cracks had formed on the completely brown floor near the creek and pond.

  Despite snows and rains, the sky through the canopy was bright blue on both 2/17 and 2/21.  
Previous to this time, the sky had been overcast every day throughout the winter.

Down to the creek:






The creek water was just peeking through holes in puffy snow on 2/4.  

 After some rain on 2/17, there were still holes, but the surrounding slushy snow was dappled with pits, and the edges of the holes had a feathered appearance.





 The “new” pond-like spot at the edge of the creek









 






On 2/21, all of the fast-running creek was visible, surrounded by mud instead of snow.










   February 4

  February 17














 February 19





 The “new” pond-like spot, filling with some mud after the hard rain











To the Pond:




  On 2/4, lots of snow had piled up, and there were tracks going across the snow-topped pond.











 The pond was looking a little slushy on 2/18.




 On 2/21, the scene was completely brown and muddy.  The pond had nothing on the surface but reflection off of the water.  The Seep was easy to see, coming from the corner of the pond on the left side.

  Closer view of the Seep on 2/21


Was the great root ball starting to tip forward, or was it my imagination?  A  knowledgeable friend had warned me about getting too close, because a tree could suddenly snap up and back into place.  I would have to compare this with earlier photos.

There was always evidence of much wildlife activity on and around the pond:





  Animals scrambling over a log at the side of the pond, in the snow of 2/4 …






 

  … as well as in the slushy snow of 2/18...

  … and a hint of a trail – an animal traveling just under the slushy surface.

 Prints in the mud next to the pond were hard to see on 2/21 among the mud-soaked leaves.

But, the tracks across the pond reflected the changing conditions:


February 4
February 18

 

                                                                        February 19















  By 2/21, the pond was all water – no more tracks.






  On that day, a water mark on a young Sugar Maple at the edge of the pond told how high the water had gotten 
overnight during the storm.


             










 


  Going back in time … ice on the pond on 2/18.


















  On 2/21, with no ice, I could see the stick in the water that had made the rod shape in the ice the previous month (shown in a previous blog), sitting near the new inlet, where water rushes into the pond under a log.  Mystery solved!



The new inlet on the south side of the pond was hard to see on 2/4, when a deep, fluffy snow covered everything.  But, but mid-month the snow had sunk and revealed it.


A few days later, the storm and torrential rain had widened the inlet and fed the pond much more.



Just the inlet, with a crawdad chimney nearby.

The section of pond just at the base of the root ball is an interesting study in and of itself.  This is where frogs sheltered last summer.  It is also where mud tends to pile up after dirt drops from the rootlets.  The conditions here have been altering this mini-habitat.


 While the pond was frozen, dirt dropped onto the snowy surface on 2/4.  This made it much easier for me to see how much dirt tends to fall, eventually into the pond.



 By mid-month, when it had rained and the snow became slushy, there was a melted area just  under the root ball base, muddy from fallen dirt.  The melting had allowed me to see how much mud had piled up.  The amount of open area was definitely decreasing.

 Near this melted section, the surface changed from rain-stippled slushy snow to a variety of beautiful patterns within thin crusts of ice.

  On 2/21, after the hard rains, there was more mud at the north end.  Besides dirt falling from rootlets (probably at an increased rate from pounding rains), mud had been pushed into the corner of Cottonwood Pond, after water had poured from “little pond”, around the corner.

  Here is a glance at “little pond” on the same day.  Water poured downhill into this low spot near the Cottonwood trunk's base and filled the area beyond capacity.  Water flowed out around the corner (around the edge of the root ball) and into the north corner of Cottonwood Pond, shoving in that mud.

Now let's watch “little pond” change through the month of February:






  On 2/4, a fresh, deep layer of snow makes “little pond” invisible.  The snow had happened too recently for tracks to appear.






  On the 18th, after some warming and some rain, some sinking of snow revealed the outlines of “little pond”.  Animals had been visiting nearby, but were evidently not sure enough about the pond's condition to venture across.











  Some ice-rimmed holes had appeared on the surface, no doubt noticed by visiting wildlife.

  By 2/21, the pond is all too obvious. The surrounding area was saturated.  Water had also flowed from uphill, along the bottom of the slope, and under the trunk, so that “little pond” had extended on both sides of the Cottonwood trunk. This was the day I thought I had detected a tilt forward in the root ball.  Was the trunk showing a greater angle from the ground?  Again, I would have to compare to earlier photos.  






  Where water was rushing under the trunk toward “little pond”.
















 This is the same view on 2/4, after the snow.















  On 2/18, a little bit of snow melt was occurring under the trunk ...

  … and I found a “snow shadow” below the whole length of the trunk.

  Here is where the Cottonwood top had gotten stuck in the two-trunk Red Oak when it fell, as seen on 2/21.  Had this angle changed at all?






 Here is how the top of the root ball looked on 2/4, heavily laden with snow.









  There was a little less snow clinging to it by 2/18, and small dens were visible...

  … and Elderberry leaf buds were sprouting!  This was one of the earliest signs of spring I found in the woods.



This month of extremes seems reflected in the various bands of lightness and texture on Cottonwood Pond in mid-month transition.  Since that time, now halfway into March, it has experienced further varietal changes: hard freeze, a dusting of snow, a little rain, melt, hard freeze again, rushing water and mud from more melt, warm sun, freeze again, and on and on.

We are headed toward a full-blown Spring, and so much can happen all at once.  I am poised to spring down to the pond as frequently as I can to see what is happening.  

Soon, I will take the first water sample of 2014.
Soon, I will have another camera.
Soon, I will share more stories of Cottonwood Pond.

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This is a good time to review the names of spots and other things that I have coined throughout the past year's time as I have explored and gotten to know the place more, and as new things have developed.  The advent of each of these names can be found in previous blog entries.

Cottonwood Pond
“little pond”
The Siltation Spot
The Bent Blue Beech
The Barkless Log
The Seep
The Resting Log
The Very Rotten Log
The Root Ball Top
The Root Ball Bottom
The New Inlet
The New Pond-Like Place at the Edge of the Creek (I need a new name for that one!)

What new names will present themselves?