Jul 062014
 

Here are the same three images from the previous post, all taken at Newman Wetlands Center on 4 July 2014, now in color instead of black and white.  I am not sure which I prefer.  Readers, what are your thoughts?

In taking these photographs, I have begun to appreciate that the woodlands of the Southeastern Piedmont offer inviting landscapes, as well — they are not limited to the Appalachians, seacoasts, and points West.  Of course, this is something that Clyde Butcher has been showing us, through his spectacular photography in the Florida swamps, for many years now.

 

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Jul 062014
 

There is far more to Newman Wetlands Center (near Jonesboro, Georgia) than just the wetlands, stunning and teeming with life though they may be.  On a sunny afternoon in early summer, a visitor might be surprised to discover enticing forest vistas illumined by sunlight.  Much though I enjoy these photos with their rich greens, I find just as much allure in the simplicity of black and white.  I will include the same images, in color, in a separate post.

 

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Jul 062014
 

One of my first sights, upon entering a patch of woods adjacent to the wetlands at Newman Wetlands Center, was of an adult five-lined skink (Plestiodon fasciatus), a common species of lizard that is quite abundant on our back patio this time of year.

 

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Along the first stretch of boardwalk, I encountered this red ant resting on the railing.

 

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Continuing down the same stretch of boardwalk, I found a popular trailside perching area for Blue Dashers (Pachydiplax longipennis), a dragonfly species common in the Eastern United States.

 

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I try to be an equal-opportunity photographer, including a mix of good, bad, and ugly.  When it comes to flies, though, I often hesitate.  I am proud to say that I photographed this fly and added it to this blog, all the time thinking it was a vicious deer fly.  Now I have to revise my opinion of this creature.  According to folks at BugGuide on Facebook, it is actually a member of the family Bombyliidae, or bee flies. It is quite possibly Xenox tigrinus, or another member of that genus.

 

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Further along, my next discovery was of another Blue Dasher willing to be photographed (the dragonflies were everywhere, but most darted too quickly from spot to spot, and/or had perches that were out of my camera’s macro range).  This is my favorite dragonfly portrait of this particular outing.  But I will be back again soon.

 

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Stepping onto terra firma once again, we immediately saw this female Eastern Box Turtle (Terrapene carolina) in the path ahead.  Valerie estimates her age at 75 to 100 years, and suspects that she may have been in search of a suitable location for laying eggs.

 

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A short side spur led up the ridge, gaining about twenty feet in elevation and offering a view out over the wetland.  In a tree hollow near the top, I glimpsed this insect, which was reluctant to be photographed.  It is probably a Brown Lacewing (family Hermerobiidae).

 

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After so many photographs of insects (particularly dozens of dragonfly shots, nearly all Blue Dashers), I paused to take a couple of wetland plant photographs.  The first one, I admit, I took because of all the Least Skippers feeding on it.  The white globe of tiny flowers turns out to belong to the Buttonbush (Cephalanthus occidentalis).  Now that I have a name for the flower, and appreciate how unusual it is, I ought to go back and photograph it properly!

 

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At last, a photograph simply in appreciation of the late afternoon sunlight shining through the underside of a leaf — in this instance, Common Arrowhead (Sagittaria latifolia).

 

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On one such Arrowleaf, an Ebony Jewelwing damselfly (Calopteryx maculata) was perched.  Although these damselflies are often quite timid, this one allowed me to get quite close with my macro lens.

 

 

 

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On a couple of occasions, the damselfly opened its wings for just a moment.  I caught this once, but my 1/30-second exposure was too slow to avoid some blur to the wings.

 

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Nearing trails’ end, I paused to enjoy the reflection of wetland plants and dead branches in a pool.

 

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Just before the final section of boardwalk on the main loop trail, I saw an Eastern Gray Squirrel (Sciurus carolinensis)doing a bit of late-day feeding.

 

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My ramble through Newman Wetlands took over two hours.  In addition to the main loop, I also walked a few of the upland trails.  There, wildlife was less abundant (or, at least, much less readily apparent).  However, the sunlight through the trees afforded several stunning forest landscape photographs.  These will be included in a Part Three post later today.

Mar 302014
 

I saw a marvelous image posted on Facebook the other day — a  Venn diagram composed of two overlapping circles, one labeled “Science” and the other one “Art”.  The intersection region of the two was labeled “Wonder”.  Today’s offering from the Examiner archives is a pair of articles about the great blue heron, one from a scientific viewpoint and the other from an artistic one.  Both pieces were originally published on June 15, 2010.  The left-hand photograph was taken at Sweetwater Creek State Park, Georgia.  The right-hand one was taken in White House Beach, a mobile home community on Indian River Bay in Delaware, where my dad was living at the time.  He loved watching sunrises and birds from his deck looking out over the open water, I have always share his delight in exploring nature, a trait he encouraged in me from my earliest memories.  Gordon F. Blizard, Jr. passed away in December of 2011; this selection from the archives is dedicated to him. 

 

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THE GREAT BLUE HERON AS DINOSAUR

From as far back as this writer can recall into his childhood, he has always been entranced by great blue herons.  This fascination is due partly, no doubt, to the fact that the great blue heron (Ardea herodias) is an immense bird, standing nearly four feet tall, and with a wingspan of about six feet.  As such, it would dwarf all of the songbirds he might see at the backyard feeder though the kitchen window of his Pennsylvania home.  But down the street from his home there were ponds and a creek, and from time to time he would glimpse a great blue heron there.  It was nearly always in flight over the treetops or along the stream, body long and streamlined, legs tucked behind, wings flapping loudly.  Once or twice, it even uttered a call sounding like “FRAWNK”, in a harsh and gutteral voice that seemed to emerge from evolutionary prehistory.   For reasons he did not have the words to capture then, but will venture to do so now, the great blue heron has always seemed to belong to the time of the dinosaurs.

One explanation for this image of great blue heron as dinosaur is that, in fact, birds are descended from dinosaurs.  The split appears to have taken place about 160 million years ago, when small, two-legged dinosaurs like Velociraptor began to develop feathers.  Oddly enough, paleontologists have identified feathered, ground-dwelling dinosaurs, indicating that feathers likely evolved from modified scales before they could be used for flight, perhaps as a means of regulating body temperature or displaying during courtship. The oldest bird fossil is that of Archaeopterix, dating back about 155 million years, an odd mix of avian and reptilian attributes.  This early bird may have gotten the worm, but it did so using a mouth containing teeth.  It also possessed three separately-clawed fingers and a bony tail.  Like later birds, however, Archaeopterix had wings, fused clavicles, and feathers.

So in a sense, perhaps our recognition of great blue herons as being like dinosaurs is an instinctive recognition of their actual kinship.  Surely, then, great blue herons must be among the most primitive birds alive today, and therefore closest in relation to dinosaurs?  Amazingly enough, scientists doing protein sequencing analysis have concluded that the closest living relative of the dinosaurs, and therefore our closest point of contact with the Mesozoic, is actually a chicken!    “Kentucky Fried Dinosaur” jokes aside, then, why does the chicken fail to evoke more than vague thoughts of farm life and possibly soup, while the majestic heron transports this author to the geologic past?

The answer lies, quite possibly, in the great blue heron’s resemblance to a pterosaur.  Pterosaurs were an order of reptiles separate from the dinosaurs, which lived throughout the mid to late Mesozoic era (from 220 to 65 million years ago).  The first reptiles to take to the air, pterosaurs had hollow bones like birds, and both soared and actively flew on immense membranous wings.   Images of a pterodactyl in flight do resemble flying great blue herons.  Since pterosaurs evolved about 80 million years before birds split off from the dinosaurs, however, herons and pterosaurs are only distantly related.  So the mystery behind the similarity of appearance has to do with the process of convergent evolution, in which two unrelated organisms both evolve similar body forms and structures in order to meet similar environmental requirements.  Both have large wingspans and streamlined bodies because those attributes are beneficial for flight.

On the ground, though, any resemblance between pterosaurs and great blue herons quickly vanishes.  Tracks of pterosaurs reveal that they were actually quadrupeds, walking on both their hind feet and their wings in a somewhat ungainly manner, possibly as depicted here.  While standing in a stream or along the edge of a pond or bay, however, a great blue heron evokes quite different feelings and images for this writer, ones that tend less toward prehistory and more toward poetry.  They will be the topic of another article on herons, soon to be written.

 

THE GREAT BLUE HERON AS POETRY

The great blue heron stands,

Waiting at the water’s edge;

Avian haiku.

There is something about a great blue heron, poised motionless in the shallow waters of a pond, river, or bay, that is profoundly poetic.  It gazes outward, waiting for the slightest ripple to betray the presence of a fish.  It stands silent, almost blending into the landscape, its long body connecting water and sky.  In particular, it evokes haiku, the lean and elemental seventeen syllables of Japanese verse that contains at once both a single instant and the entire universe. Not surprisingly, there is even an online haiku publication called The Heron’s Nest.

The great blue heron’s pose while waiting for a meal has much to teach Westerners.  It embodies patience and being in the present moment, waiting for an opportunity to arise rather than trying to make it happen.  Just as it awaits the silvery flash of a fish in the shallows, so the poet sits, waiting for words to form themselves into a poem to surface in her consciousness.

The great blue heron also embodies silence and solitude, standing alone against the elements, aloof in the shallows.  It may stand in one place for hours, as the sun makes its way across the sky and sets in the west.  Approach too closely and it will abruptly take off with a flapping of wings, searching for a place to fish without disruption, further down the coast of the bay or up the river.

The great blue heron is not always a bird of stillness, though.  Indeed, despite the haiku publication title, the heron’s nest can be quite a raucus place.  Herons build their nests of sticks lined with reeds, mosses, and grasses high in the trees in wet, forested areas.  They nest in dense colonies called rookeries, which can be both smelly (from the abundant bird droppings) and loud (from many squawking birds).  As herons return to a rookery year after year, eventually their tree stand is killed off, forcing the birds outward, leaving a bulls-eye pattern with a central core of dead trees and an outer ring of nest trees that are slowly dying.   In these nest areas, great blue herons take on a nearly opposite personality to that of the quiet fishers that they appear to be at other times in the year.  At the rookeries, herons are loud, argumentative, and destructive.  But perhaps the aspects of great blue heron behavior encountered in a rookery might be viewed as a necessity.  Maybe their nesting behavior is required in order to balance out their other, more poetic, solitary and silent selves.

Dec 302013
 
Barbed wire emerges from tree stump, Little Mulberry Park.  26 Dec. 2013

Barbed wire emerges from tree stump, Little Mulberry Park. 26 Dec. 2013

Mid 20th Century stacked rock piles, Madison County, North Carolina.  From Early Georgia article by Thomas Gresham (1990).

Mid 20th Century stacked rock piles, Madison County, North Carolina. From Early Georgia article by Thomas Gresham (1990).

What do the stone piles of Little Mulberry Park in Gwinnett County have to tell us about the past history of the area?  If they are not prehistoric burial and ritual sites, what other possibilities remain?  In this final blog post in my series about this stone mounds, I will explore another explanation for their origin, one that relates them to the past agricultural history of the area.  Evidence that the land was once open pasture can be found in the large pasture trees that follow former fence lines (see my post from 12/28 for an example), and bits of barbed wire that emerge from old tree stumps in the park.

But why would settlers choose to pile up rocks on the property in the first place?  Patrick Garrow, the archaeologist who did the initial investigation of the site in 1988, argued that the stone piles locations and structure argued against the stones having been piled up by farmers clearing the ground for planting.  Indeed, since the land was never tilled but only used for pasture, that explanation seems unlikely.  Perhaps the farmers wanted to clear the ground so that there would be more graze for their animals, or so that the animals would be less likely to injure themselves?  Why, then, go to the trouble of stacking the rocks?

It is the fact that the rocks were stacked which convinces many people that the mounds are evidence of a prehistoric origin.  Clearly, someone (or someones, plural) went to considerable effort to place the rocks in layers that can still be seen today.  In fact, as archaeologist Thomas Gresham argued in an Early Georgia article in 1990, southern farmers have stacked rocks into cylindrical piles like these within recent history.  In his paper, entitled, “Historic Patterns of Rock Piling and Rock Pile Problems”, Gresham included photographs of such rock piles.  Before 1940, Gresham explained, flat rock and flagstone quarrying in Georgia was “small scale, localized, and done by hand.”  Stones found close to the surface of the ground would be pried up with crowbars, sorted, and stacked for temporary storage until being sold for use building chimneys, terraces, foundations, and steps.  Why, then, would so many such stone piles have survived in Little Mulberry Park?  Perhaps, Gresham proposed, the stone proved inferior for use, and did not sell, or there was some other event that prevented a sale from going forward, or alternative building materials (such as brick) become widely available and prevented the stone from being sold.

Beyond the documented historic occurrence of such piles on North Carolina farms, is there other evidence to support the idea that the structures are historic stone piles rather than prehistoric Indian mounds?   In fact, there is archaeological evidence to support this idea.  In 1995, Thomas Gresham excavated eight stone piles at the Little Mulberry Park site.  He found no prehistoric artifacts, but he did unearth early 19th century artifacts (ceramics, glass, and metal, including an 1838 penny) beneath two of the piles, conclusively showing that both were constructed in historic times.  During the excavation, Gresham’s team also found evidence of a former small-scale rock quarry in the vicinity of the piles, lending further credence to the idea that stone was being cleared from the land and stockpiled in the area.

Ultimately, we will probably never know for certain what cultural forces shaped the stone piles at Little Mulberry Park.  In my own explorations, both on-ground and via the Internet, I am satisfied that the piles are not prehistoric at all, but were built by settlers gathering field stone for future construction efforts.  I suspect that this explanation will be less than satisfactory to many who have visited the park or who read enthusiastically about Mysteries from the Past.  There is a certain allure in thinking that the stone mounds were constructed by Native Americans thousands of years ago as part of a mysterious ritual.  Many human beings are hungry for the sacred, and find solace in the mythical prospect of a distant time when people lived in harmony with nature, leading lives deeply connected to their communities and to the forces animating the cosmos.  To say that the stone piles are actually Indian mounds is, I will admit, a much more enticing story.  And maybe that is why the information sign at the park, rather than proposing several different theories behind the stone structures, instead declares to this day that they are “almost certainly associated with native american cultures.”