Milkweed seeds are dispersed by wind. The seeds are attached to small threadlike features called “floss.” In this photo, one can see small spikes/hooks on the pod that make me wonder if those protuberances may become attached to larger mammals and dispersed that way also.
milkweed (n.) 1590s, from milk (n.) + weed (n.); used in reference to various plants whose juice resembles milk.
On Monday morning I heard my first Winter Wren of the season.
A secretive little bird of dense woods. It often creeps about among fallen logs and dense tangles, behaving more like a mouse than a bird, remaining out of sight but giving an occasional kimp-kimp callnote. Usually, Winter Wrens live close to the ground; but in spring in the northern woods, males ascend to high perches in the conifers to give voice to a beautiful song of long-running musical trills.
Above is where the winter wren was found above the creek. Winter Wrens are uncommon in Iowa, and I presume it was migrating.
On Saturday morning at about 7:30 a.m. at the pond, there must have been a sparrow convention. I heard a Swamp Sparrow, a Chipping Sparrow, a Song Sparrow, a Savannah Sparrow, and a White-throated Sparrow in a little over two minutes.
I also heard an American Robin and a Yellow-rumped Warbler during that time.
I’ve been going out very early some days, so it’s difficult to take photos and very few birds are awake. Occasionally I hear Barred Owls, Killdeer, and Geese. The above two photos captured the Moon and Venus.
Violet the Dog seems apprehensive about following the path in the dark.
I tried to capture the beauty of the clouds around the Moon and the vegetation highlighted by my headlamp, but it didn’t work very well. Notice the ethereal whisps in the right-hand photo. It looks like ghosts are emerging from the surface of the pond, but in reality, the night setting on my camera captured the condensation of a breath I exhaled. It’s still sort of cool.
The above image probably captured it best.
To brighten things up a bit as we close, I really like this image of the shadows of the trees on the harvested cornfield.
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interesting variety of sensory experiences. probably a sign of good mental health that you didn't interpret the photo of your condensed exhalation as being ghosts escaping from you rather than from the pond. hearing any coyotes?
Thanks for sharing your experiences. I admire your energy and powers of observation!