Thursday, May 21, 2015

Three Days of Progress: A Photo Comparison





 May 15


May 18




Three Days of Progress: A Photo Comparison
May 15, 17 and 18, 2015



 
 
 
 
May 15

 
 
 
 
May 18







May 15

May 17 - the Creek near Cottonwood Pond


 
As plenty of ice and snow melt followed by plenty of heavy rains have altered the Cottonwood Pond area so much, it is time to take a tour and get an overall view of what has been happening.








 May 17


 
 
 
 
 
 
May 18










Above photos: general view from West/Northwest:
From left: swampy area, trunk of fallen Cottonwood tree, Root Ball top, “little pond”, Mud Pile #1 and Isthmus (2-Trunk Tree in foreground), Root Ball Bottom, main pond (Inlet at far end), Seep starting at near corner. In this view, it is easier to see how the whole area has changed as water flows in and fills the ponds and surrounding area from different directions. Water also flows between ponds via the growing Cove under the Root Ball.

The Seep:


   



May 15


May 17

 
 
 
 
 
 
May 18












Photos above: west corner of main pond and beginning of Seep. Overflow from the main pond leaves this corner and flows down the Seep to the Creek.



Photos below: the Seep, new jag in the middle of the Seep. New crawdad chimneys created a block at the jag on May 17. On May 18, Raccoons had stepped on the chimneys, possibly looking for food, and smashed one down.









 May 15


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
May 17 - length of the Seep (pond corner in foreground, Creek above)
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 May 18 - Crawdad chimneys at the jag in the Seep




 May 18 - Raccoon print on Crawdad chimneys







  



May 15

May 18

 Bark Ledge being exposed where the Seep water flows into the Creek.


The Inlet and the Cove: 










 May 15











May 17






May 17







Cove (under Root Ball) and Inlet (under the Barkless Log)









 May 15







May 17










 Inlet (under Barkless Log) and Very Rotten Log



 May 15 - the Cove






May 17 - Plants under the water of the main pond, near the Inlet.


 
Going the the other side again:

May 17 - Isthmus and "little pond":











 
Going to the other side of the Trunk:



 
 
 
 
 
 
May 15

May 17


Mystery Plants (may be Monkey Flower) in the Swampy Spot. Water flows from the Temporary Creek (along the bottom of the slopes) to this Swampy Spot. From here it flows under the Trunk as well as to the Inlet.


  May 15 – Other side of Cove. Water flows through the Cove under the Root Ball to this area and to the main pond.


To the outside of the Inlet:



May 17 - a pool has formed to the outside of the Inlet, with Stinging Nettle and Jewelweed the prominent plants there. A little further to the south is another group of Mystery Plants (the same type of plant in the Swampy Spot)
 
 
  May 15 – Main Pond and Inlet seed from the Southeast. The Very Rotten Log, which stretches across the Creek and along the south/southwest edge of the main pond, extends under the Barkless Log (the Inlet) to the other side, where it gradually disappears.

 

  May 17 – Looking west along the Very Rotten Log, from the southeast end of Cottonwood Pond to the Creek.


I will try to follow up this entry with one called “Maps #2.” It can be used with “Three Days of Progress...”, or any other entry, to help with Cottonwood Pond perspective.
 

Kojak Storm





Kojak Storm
May 15, 2015



It had been a good while since I had gone down to investigate Cottonwood Pond. In the meantime, the woods had exploded in green, former spaces filled with leaves. I knew that recent rains were continuing to replenish everything and that there must be more wildlife activity. It had been hot and humid.

It was about to rain again. As spaces in the sky filled with clouds and the atmosphere darkened, I took and opportunity to slip into the woods and see what was going on.

 
It looked quite soggy down there. The creek was running, Jewelweed carpeted the lower ground, the pond was full, and plants cascaded lushly over the top of the Root Ball. I felt some sprinkling.

Would there be frogs in the pond? Snakes nearby? Tracks in the mud?

Something came rushing down the slope behind me, leaping and barreling through the greenery. The dark blur ran past me to the Creek, sloshed through, and galloped to the edge of Cottonwood Pond ...

 
… and into the pond.


 The neighbors' Doberman, Kojak, had gotten past his invisible fence, romped on over to my place to visit my dogs, then decided it would be a great adventure to follow me into the woods.

How happy he was to find this natural swimming pool!

With great joy, he galloped into the water …

 
...and splashed around.

I'm sure that any frogs mad a quick retreat, and that Water Striders skated off to the edges.

He shook pond water from his shiny black coat and leaped out of the pond, looking for the next adventure, becoming a blur again.

 
Kojak galloped again with joy back and forth, his feet making slap-happy sounds in the mud.

 

I went around to the other side of the Root Ball to see what was going on with “little pond” and the swampy area.

Kojak came along, happy to see yet another pool of water …


 … which he had to explore.


 
This day, I would not be seeing much wildlife – not frogs, not snakes, not rabbits – just maybe some bugs and the more oblivious birds calling from the canopy.  The only obvious animal was large and domestic, and the main prints in the mud were large and canine.

But, it was fun watching Kojak discover the water and make the most of it. It was fun to see his joy and to experience Cottonwood Pond through yet another creature.

The visit would have to be short, anyway. Rain fell more steadily, then increased. It poured enough to hinder any further observation. Everything would be taking cover.

 

I am sure the frogs would not mind the rain and would come out from cover after the coast was clear.

Crawdads would have retreated far down their tunnels below soggy chimneys.  

 

It was raining very hard, and thunder was rolling in. I took one more look at Cottonwood Pond …


 

...crossed the creek, climbed the slope (Kojak following), then headed for the house.

I did not hear the dogs barking anymore. They had probably retreated under the deck, out of the rain, feeling safe from a coming storm.

Kojak must have headed home to his safe haven, too. He would probably try to tell his people about his delinquent adventures, not sorry that he had escaped his domain long enough to visit Cottonwood Pond with me.