A Watchful Eye

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On my way to meet a friend at the Wilson Wing Moose Pond Bog Preserve, the amount of sand on the road made me appreciate all the snow we had this winter and give thanks to those who cleared the way and kept us safe –constantly.

Never mind that I was lost in thought and this is beyond Foxboro Road where I should have been. After stopping to take this photo, I saw three things that were out of place–a road sign (at which time, I thought, “I didn’t realize the ‘no thru trucks, 26,000 RGVW at anytime’ sign was on Foxboro Road”–it isn’t); my friend passed me headed in the opposite direction; I came to the curve by Wiley Road and knew something wasn’t quite right. Whatever you do, don’t follow me. I’ll surely lead you astray. But if you don’t mind wondering, then let’s go.

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It’s so different to be at Wilson Wing during the spring when the water tumbles over the rocks in Sucker Brook. We accepted the invitation to pause and ponder.

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And enjoy fluid moments.

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And hope in the greenery. This scallop-leafed goldthread made us get down on our hands and knees for a closer look.

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As did the heart-shaped dewdrop leaves.

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Another heart also spoke to us.

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And the lichen and moss on this rock invited an up close and personal inspection through the hand lens.

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We tried to figure out which crustose lichen it is. I’m leaning toward a disk lichen (Lecidella stigmata) because the black fruiting bodies are raised.

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Then we saw a contrast in styles–soft moss and hard quartz.

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Some trees were adorned with necklaces. Tree necklaces.

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Our focus also included hobblebush, with its unscaled leaf buds

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clasped together, perhaps in silent prayer for the bog and the life it supports.

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Flowers are forming, but we don’t want to rush the season.

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Then again, I can’t wait.

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And then there was another story to unfold.

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I thought beaver. My friend thought porcupine.

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It was the wee amount of debris at the base of the beech that stumped us. And the fact that this was the only tree in the area that had been chewed in this manner. No scat to confirm. But my, what wide teeth you have.

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We walked along and then moved off the trail. Looking around, we saw these and were finally able to turn the pages of the book.

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Munched treats

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and munched saplings told us who had moved about.

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These chips are more what we would expect from a beaver. So here’s how we read the story. The fresh chew that caused the initial debate was perhaps the work of a two-year-old beaver forced to leave the lodge. It stopped along the way recently to nibble some treats. The sapling in the later photos was felled last fall, when it was time to renovate the lodge.

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At the platform, we climbed up to enjoy the view, which includes the lodge.

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We weren’t the only ones with a watchful eye.

I’m so glad you wondered along on today’s wander. Keep watching. There’s so much more to see.

6 thoughts on “A Watchful Eye

  1. Thanks, Leigh! The WordPress theme you chose (Penscratch) is perfect for your blog. I hope to go on a Harpswell land trust ramble on Wed. looking for terrestrial invasives.

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