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April 01, 1982 - Going South Into SpringSECOND SECTION Going South Into Spring Some years ago Edwin Way Teale wrote a book called North With the Spring. This year my wife Barbara and I thought it would be an exciting experience to reverse the adventure and go south into spring. March never seems to let go of winter and so when we packed for our trip we still had heavy jackets on. When packing we always seem to take too much, but then we both reason, "Why not take enough just in case" (in case we camp... in case it rains ...in case we have to go out to dinner ... in case I want to photograph... in case we go to the beach ... in case we have car trouble... in case we want to picnic). All these "in cases" and many more loaded our car to capacity. Someone would be staying at the house to take care of the animals and so at 4 a.m. one dreary morning we were off. Traffic's Up Early, Too The roads were relatively empty until we hit the west end, and then we couldn't believe it -- it was business as usual. What were all those people doing up so early? Were they all heading south? or did they have to get up that early to be at work on time? If so, something is wrong with the system. After paying the toll to cross the great expanse of the Verrazanno Bridge, we realized we were really on our way. It was time for it to be getting light but the powerful yellow sodium lights along the highways of Staten Island almost kept the dawn from breaking. The first birds we had seen were the gulls that plied the great waters around New York harbor for the surplus of man's bounty. Now we were in New Jersey. You could smell that part of it. Here was the mass of pipelines, tanks and infernos that give us the things we find so necessary for our way of life -- oil products, gasoline, paints, plastics, and thousands of others that we buy and use. It seems nothing good comes without its dark side. Soon a long string of birds crossed the highway. We were out of the chemical area and now open fields in the early hours of morning found crows leaving their rookery some place still isolated from man. They would spread throughout the land foraging all day and return to their secluded roost to squabble for their favorite perch before bedding down at night. Memories flashed through my mind of 20 and 30 years ago when we had our own crow roosts here on Long Island. Most are gone now and I wondered if we'd ever see their return again. Many's a late cold, windy afternoon I watched them as they headed back to their roost. Some Travelers Head North Now it was light and the busy traffic of industry and pleasure cars zoomed by us in a steady stream. Occasionally huge flocks of grackles and red wings could be seen moving northward. Later the redwings will drop out of the flock here and there, reserving a territory for nesting which they will defend against other blackbird intruders. Grackles, which nest together, drop out of the flock in groups where they find a grove suitable for nesting. They prefer a condominium principle for nesting and will stay together until the young fledge. Outside of Baltimore, we saw our first vulture soaring lazily overhead. Its sharp eyes surveyed the countryside for carrion. This was the turkey vulture for its wings had that characteristic dihedral uplift that separates it from the less common black vulture whose wings spread straight out. In Virginia we noted the buds of trees were ready to burst and many of the fields were being plowed and planted. Behind the tractors moved an ever - leapfrogging mass of white gulls. Again my mind flashed back to the days when our fields once boasted of gulls following the tractor at planting time. Occasionally we see a few but nothing like I remember them. In North Carolina, sweaters came off and short - sleeved shirts were the order of the day. A snowy egret stalked in a roadside gutter, an early bird for sure. Tent caterpillars were at work setting up for their assault on the newly emerging greenery. Butterflies appeared after their long winter sleep. The world of insects started their maneuvers for another season. You could tell this by the splattered ones on our windshield as we moved south. Spider webs brushed across our face as we stretched our legs at a rest area, showing that they were ready to do their part in holding down the insect population. On Toward the Tropics We were surely driving into spring. We drove until almost dark. Then we looked for a motel and fell into bed -- only to arise again at 5 a.m. and be off. Dogwood blossomed and a tall bush -like plant that I wanted to call jasmine glowed along the highway. In Georgia palm trees told us we were getting into a semi - tropical area. Spring warblers flitted about in the trees. Would these be the same ones we'd look forward to seeing in May? At the rest stop forsythia blossomed and I thought of the long dormant stems I'd cut and brought inside that later filled the room with their yellow glow in February. It was now hot driving. Florida was just across the border. Here we'd see a great array of birds for our stay would include trips all along the east coast down to the Keys. We had tried to put out of our mind the plowing under of Florida. It seemed this state was destined to be covered by houses, black top, manicured grass, shopping centers and other signs of man's progress. It was only at the parks, preserves and sanctuaries that we were to see what Florida once was. Perhaps that is why those returning from Florida are anxious to preserve what's left here on Long Island -- for once it's blacktopped and built upon it will never again be a natural place to enjoy. PAULSTOUTENBURGH ..a APRIL 1, 1982 HONDA SALE ACCORDS * PRELUDES CIVICS SAVE `500 * OFF DEALER'S SUPPLEMENTARY LABEL IN STOCK CARS ONLY -GOOD TIL 4/30/82 • E�Handmade "YES go ti c L) L-, ?k � Tor O f The Line, Deliciou Real Chocolates Preservatives, No Additives) (No Open �Ever4dO4 9 tO 5 5undOtls 11 tO 3 • Lay Away Orders Available Pick up Holy Week House of Candy North Road, (Rte. 48) Southold 516 - 765 -3121 765 -2069 In Back of Lisa's Beauty Salon Across from the Sunoco Station