January 29, 1987 - An Oasis in the WoodsPage 8A/The Suffolk Times /January 29, 1987
By Paul Stoutenburgh
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An Oasis in the Woods
By PAUL STOUTENBURGH
I don't know how most folks get
their mail today but ours is delivered
to our mail box. Years ago when the
population was much smaller, there
was no delivery along our roads and
we had to go to the post office.
I remember the squeaky wood
floors and rows of brass - colored mail
boxes that greeted you as you went
to "get the mail." Box 387 with a
combination of MD got our mail, but
in those days few ever bothered to
lock the box and reset it. It was
easier to just go in, open it, take out
your one or two letters and be on
your way. Quite a difference today
with the amount of junk mail we get.
Perhaps a seed catalog and, of course,
the Sears wishing book was about
the limit in those simple days.
We now live 300 feet off the road
so the walk down the drive to get the
mail is always a pleasant change of
pace. Halfway down the gravel drive
that cuts through the woods, we have
a little pond -- well, not exactly a
pond. It is more like an oversized -
bird bath my son and I made years
ago to attract birds and animals.
Perhaps it was the result of some
leftover cement from building the
house that I couldn't see getting hard
and useless. At any rate we dug out
a low spot right alongside the drive
and with some old chicken wire and
potato digger chains for reinforce-
ment, we poured a free -form shallow
pond about 12 feet long. At one end
it dips to three feet so the goldfish I
put in to keep, mosquitoes out have a
place to hibernate during the winter
freeze.
A Pond Oasis
What prompted me to write about
this little wayside spot was some-
thing that happened during the last
snowfall. When I stopped beside the
pond on my way down to get the mail
I found myself pondering about its
usefulness and the enjoyment it has
brought all of us.
Probably most people wouldn't
bother putting in such an elaborate
bird bath, particularly when it is so
far from the house where no one can
see it. But then, that's exactly why I
placed it there. It's an oasis for birds
and animals, a place they can come
to bathe or be refreshed and it's a
place that I too often stop and enjoy.
There's hardly a time I go by I
haven't seen something of interest,
whether it's a catbird splashing in
the shallow end or the dance of a
water beetle across the surface. Each
trip to the mail box features its own
show. I know it's used all day in
warm weather for the leaves around
the shallow edge where the birds
bathe are always wet from their
splashing.
I planted a few hemlocks which
seem to do well under the canopy of
oaks that surround the pond. They
seem to fit in just right with the
brown understory of leaves that ex-
tend right on into the pond. I did
plant some May apples, those
wildflowers from upstate, at one end
and each year they pop through the
leaves as one of spring's earliest
bloomers.
When building I tried to keep a
two -inch thick layer of cement as I
worked around the various curves,
but I'm sure there is a lot more and a
lot less in many places. I don't drain
Focus on
Nature
the pond during the winter and it
seems to do very well. I used many
old lengths of garden hose through
the woods to fill it when dry weather
comes in the summer. After one sea-
son the old hose was completely co-
vered with leaves and debris, which
suited me just fine. I do rake out the
fallen leaves in the spring but other
than that I do little maintenance be-
sides occasionally adding two or
three 10 -cent goldfish to make sure
the mosquitoes are kept down.
A dogwood hangs over the pond
giving it a special kind of cover, and
a white oak right at its edge adds
much to its character. I've tried a few
evergreen trees but find they will not
grow to any size under the canopy of
oaks. Out in the sun evergreens do
well, but don't expect any but the
hemlock to do well without sun.
A Changing Picture
As I pass by, the water surface al-
ways presents a different picture. In
the evening the twilight shades
blend in with the glassy surface.
During a bright summer day, the re-
flection of the whole woods can be
seen shimmering on the surface.
Now during the winter, when it
starts to get cold, ice patterns creep
across the surface only to melt when
the temperature rises. Later, solid
ice will take over with perhaps only
a broken black limb protruding to
show where the pond lies. Now with
the snow, the character of the pond
changes again. The trees, the ground
and the ice of the pond are covered
with fluffy snow. Only the bare out-
line of the slightly raised edge tells
me where my pond is.
I see the tracks of a mouse half
buried as it hops across the frozen
surface. No water here to drink to-
night. Then the tracks are lost in the
woods. The smooth white snow
covers everything with graceful
curves as it falls. It's a time of peace
and tranquility.
Next spring the pond will once
again become a mecca for birds and
animals alike. I know the raccoon
passes here and perhaps even plays
with my ceramic frog that perches on
an outcrop of rock. I often find it top-
pled from its perch and telltale foot-
prints nearby. Each time I pick it up
from below and realign it for his next
visit. The rufous -sided towhee will
stay motionless at the bathing end of
the pond hoping I'll not see it and it
wont have to fly as I head for the
mail.
The natural world asks little from
us. A place to drink and bathe and
you've done more than enough. What
more could you ask than to have the
wonders of the outside world come al-
most to your door so that you can
enjoy their company? It's surprising
what a little water in the right place
will do. Even in the winter when
snows fly, memories of warmer days
to come return as I pass the pond on
the way to the mail.