As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I’m taking a class with the UW Extension. This course happens to be hosted by The Prairie Enthusiasts at their beautiful Schurch-Thomson prairie. Over the past few weeks I have noticed a shift in the coloring of the plants their, with the grasses and forbs alike become a bit more fall-like. Below is a photo from the 11th of September.
Still fairly summery for sure. The next photo is from the same location on September 24th.
Okay, so I don’t like to compare pictures that were taken is very different lighting conditions, but the prairie is redder in the second one. The grasses in particular stand out. Who says fall color is just for trees? Prairies change throughout the year too and they are a delight to watch.
This is just the beginning. I consider mid to late fall to be even prettier in terms of autumn prairies. By then there is very little green left. The color is not as brilliant as a forest in peak color, but it is a nice brown with a hint of warmth. It is hard to compete with. Expect more prairie posts in the coming month.
On Saturday I invited my roommate to volunteer with me at the Pheasant Branch Conservancy, a large tract of prairie, marshland, and other natural communities on the north side of Middleton. We ended up doing seed collecting in the prairie. First we collected sideoats grama seeds. This is a grass that is much shorter than the big bluestem that towers over prairies and the seed heads were below my waist. They were very easy to pick. Instead of using trimmers we just ran our fingers along the stalks and collected the seeds as they fell into our palms.
It took a long time for us to fill our seed bags even partway. After about two hours’ work each of us had only collected about 5 cups.
After a short break we switched over to collecting penstemon seed heads. Considering penstemon is the genus name and not the species, I’m not entirely sure the exact identity of what we collected. My best guess is penstemon digitalis. I still have a long ways to go on my plant IDs. We filled up our bags faster on this because we clipped off the stem right below the seeds.
After a few hours of work I took my roommate on a brief tour of the conservancy because he had never been there. First we went up Frederick’s Hill and saw a multitude of plant and insect species on our way.
The top of Frederick’s Hill is one of the best views in town. I can’t resist the urge to take a new picture every time I am up there.
The conservancy is so gorgeous! The creek in the picture is a fork of the Pheasant Branch Creek, which winds through much of Middleton. After getting down the hill we went to the springs that feed into the creek.
The springs have a boardwalk that goes right down to the water. The water felt cold to the touch, but it wouldn’t feel that bad in winter. The ground keeps it at a moderate temperature and in the winter it remains unfrozen. At that point the springs are a good place to find birds looking for warm water and all that comes with it.
An indigenous belief is that the springs lead to the spirit realm. While I do not believe that, there is something spiritual about being in a place where water begins its journey on the surface of the land. The water we saw bubbling up will flow to Lake Mendota, travel farther down the Yahara River to the Rock River, then on to the Mississippi and eventually the ocean. Like everything else, the springs are part of something large and intricate once you take a deeper look.
Moving takes more time than I’d like. Not only did my roommate and I have to move all our stuff but we had to unpack it too. I still have some stuff left at my parents’ house (sorry guys). I didn’t have much time to write. I have been out in nature though. My roommate, who majored in forestry, and I went to the University of Wisconsin (UW) Arboretum and walked through their prairie parcel a few days after moving in. My biggest exposure to nature though is through a course I’ve been taking through the UW extension.
On Saturday the class took an amazing field trip through the valley of the Wisconsin River. Growing up only about half an hour from the river, it is my river. Or maybe I’m its human. Either way, it feels like home. The first place we stopped, the Avoca Prairie and Savanna State Natural Area (SNA) was new to me. Our plan was to drive across a low channel to access the prairie, but the water was high due to the large amount of rain we’ve had this summer.
But hey, at least we got to view the river bottom forest a little. The predominant trees were silver maple and river birch. They are both adapted to frequent flooding. Unfortunately the understory was dominated by invasive reed canary grass, but there were some bright red cardinal flowers blooming through the cover.
On our way out, we spotted a first year common snapping turtle. It’s amazing that these small things grow into such a tough animal.
Next we headed to the Spring Green Preserve, a Nature Conservancy land. This is a place I’ve been since childhood, but every time I go it’s different. Prairies are in a constant state of flux throughout the year, with different plants blooming at different times. The Spring Green prairie is a dry one with sandy soil and has earned the nickname “the Wisconsin Desert.” It even has prickly pear cactus, which shocks a lot of my friends when they find out it is native. Dry prairie was once the dominant vegetation type along parts of the river valley but plowing and lack of fires led to corn fields replacing it on flat areas and woods replacing it on hillsides. It is only because of hard work by restoration teams that what remains of the prairie exists today.
In a week I will be moving out of my parents’ house and into the city. It’s fitting then that today’s post would celebrate their backyard. This is the only house my brother and I were raised in and it’s where I learned the basics of bird identification. Today I was sitting near the back windows watching some Netflix when movement out in the woods caught my eye. All the birds were low to the ground. At about eye level I made out a great crested flycatcher, a Baltimore oriole, a blue jay, and a rose-breasted grosbeak.
The flycatcher was the biggest surprise because they’re usually hidden high in the canopy. I hear them more often then I see them. They have distinct calls- a whistled “wheep” and a buzzy “creep.” The bird flew around a bit and eventually landed on an open branch where I was able to snap some pictures of it.
I also got a picture of a ruby-throated hummingbird. I had been trying to take a satisfactory picture of one for about a week. They are difficult subjects- fast, tiny, and not apt to stick around for long. After grabbing my camera and snapping whenever the feeder was busy I finally got a shot of a male that made the cut.
My apartment life in Madison won’t have the same experiences as my suburban life with my family but Madison has pockets of nature. I’ll be living close to the arboretum and I plan on checking that out frequently along with other spots that were never as close and convenient when living on the far west side. It’s going to be a change of scenery, but I will not stop being a nature lover.
I went back to Stricker’s Pond a few days ago. This time it was closer to midday so the lotus flowers were open. I took some flower pictures and also some of dried pods that I got a closer look at. Consider this more of a “bonus materials” feature of my first post than an original one.
Last night brought more rain to southern Wisconsin, bringing the mosquitoes back to their peak after a few days of relative relief. That same night I heard the fall songbird migration had reached our area but this morning I wanted to stay out in the sun where there would be fewer mosquitoes- but fewer birds as well. I went out after breakfast to explore the parks of Middleton to see what I could find.
The predominant color for flowers right now is yellow. This was most striking in the form of cup plant (Silphium perforliatum) and compass plant (Silphium laciniatum).
Cup plant has an unique leaf shape that traps water. Small animals can even take a sip from it. With last night’s rains, there was still water in many of the namesake cups.
Cup plant thrives in open areas with a scattered trees, and I saw many of them at both Stricker’s Pond and the Pheasant Branch preserve. Contrast this with compass plant which I find in more open areas (cup plant does great at my parents’ partially shaded lot while compass plant fares poorly). I found a few compass plants at the sunnier part of the Stricker’s Pond park.
It was a hot day and I got a late start so I didn’t see a lot of animals. American goldfinches (Spinus tristis) and cedar waxwings (Bombycilla cedrorum) were my most seen birds of the day. The turtles were in abundance. I didn’t see any snappers today but Wisconsin’s omnipresent painted turtles (Chrysemys picta) were busy sunning on logs before it got too hot.
If you want to see a painted turtle in the Madison area, just go to any calm body of water. If it’s not winter, you’ll see one. They are “painted” in red and yellow on an overall dark body. However, you will see an occasional one covered in duckweed like I did. Then it will be green.
Last evening I went to Stricker’s and Tiedeman’s Ponds in Middleton, a western suburb of Madison, to take pictures of the lotus plants.
The American lotus, Nelumbo lutea, is a large water plant. The stalks of this plant are thick and the leaves and flowers rise a few feet above the surface of the water. It is almost like a low forest on top of the water.
The flowers of the American lotus are pale yellow. A few were still blooming when I was there.
On a lot of the flowers the petals had fallen off and the most eye-catching part was the strange seed pod. When I found out about these plants in my pre-teen years my mind was blown. I had never seen anything quite like them. The seed pods are rather large and they remind me of shower heads.
Those little dots are the seeds. When the pod matures it turns brown, hardens, and is surprisingly hardy; I have had a few of them in my room for over a decade now. Below is a picture of some dried pods on the edge of Stricker’s Pond this March.
The American lotus is only one of two extant members of its genus and the only one native to the Americas. This might explain why they seem so unique to me even after all these years.