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June 01, 2000 - Moore's Woods: Greenport's hidden gem6A • The Suffolk Times• June 1, 2000 Moore's Woods: Greenport's hidden gem Barbara and I decided to take advantage of a good day and headed for Moore's Woods just west of Greenport. We parked our car in front of the gate on the south end of the woods just off the Main Road and, with binoculars and camera, headed along the shell- strewn path that led to the woods. I couldn't help but Focus think back to the labor and energy ON that had gone NATURE into the gather- ing of the surf by Paul clams and scal- Stoutenbulgh lops, and then the hours that went into opening them. The empty shells of yesteryear were then used along the trail to stabilize the soft clay soil that underlies these woods. We're told one reason Moore's Woods was never developed is that this heavy soil made drainage a night- mare. Throughout the woods we could see attempts at draining the little ver- nal ponds that spotted the area. Most of the upland ditches were clogged up, making puddles of water here and there. A short way into the woods we came to a huge, deep, almost stream - like ditch that would parallel our path- way most of the way through the woods. Spotted here and there were the huge green leaves of the skunk cabbage whose early mundane flowers are the first to bloom each year. Sometimes these early blossoms are caught in one of winter's late snow- falls, but the plant pays little attention to this cold for it has its own chemical de -icer that keeps it from freezing. Quite a remarkable feat for any plant to perform. In some places the ditch had to be dug eight to 10 feet down so as to guar- antee that the water flow by gravity to the sea. It was dug by hand, we're told, over 100 years ago by laborers from New York City and has stood the test of time to this day. We could clearly see that the ditch had just recently been cleaned out and it looked much better than it did when we were here a month ago. It must have been quite a job cleaning the debris that had accumulated through many years of neglect. This drainage ditch starts at Silver Lake to the north and flows south, eventually going underneath Route 25. It then finds its way through a lovely salt marsh and eventually out into the water of Pipes Cove that lies between Greenport and Shelter Island. It wasn't long before we spotted the bright pink flowers of the wild gerani- um. These delicate five- petaled blos- soms were sprinkled all along our pathway for the next quarter -mile. What a delightful addition it was to the greenery that draped our pathway as we walked along. Almost every year about the middle of May you can count on these early wildflowers to show up here. These woods were the living laboratory of Roy Latham, that fa- mous naturalist of Orient. Through his years he spent many hours and days roaming and classifying the plants and animals of the area. He is credited with find- ing one of New York's rarest or- chids here, its location a well - kept secret. As we walked along, the raspy call of the crested flycatcher caught our ears. This bird will be looking for a nesting site in any broken limb or cavity that it can find. The call reminded me of the time many years ago when I pho- tographed this large flycatcher in our woods. I had set up a blind near the flycatcher's nesting box so I wouldn't be noticed and spent the morning pho- tographing the bird as it flew back and forth to its nest feeding its hungry young. Each time it flew back with a particular orange -and -brown moth that must have been hatching out at that time. I had put that box up espe- cially for the crested flycatcher. It was a bird box that was half open on the front, making easy access. This crested flycatcher is about the size of our cat- bird but brown above and pale yellow below. Walking along in the warm sun, we looked for the familiar landmarks and plants we'd seen in the past. Here and there jack -in- the - pulpits showed their green pulpits that were still maturing. Later on, in the fall, they will have clusters of bright red berries in their pulpits. Hopefully some will find their way to the moist ground and start a new group of preachers that will spread the good word. Further along we found horsetails, those ancient plants that have changed little through eons of time. The trail edge is a good place to find these relics priate explanation for the viewer. There was even an interpretive trail guide printed to encourage the pubic to use and appreciate this unique area. It's a shame the old trails have become overgrown and forgotten. Time to slow down Halfway up the main trail I decided my leg was not doing its best, so I sug- gested to Barbara she go back and get the car and drive up Moore's Lane, then head west of the North Road where I would eventually meet her. This would save me having to retrace my steps all the way back to the car. Wild strawber- ry blossoms dot- ted the upper part of the trail and took the place of the wild geranium that was so preva- lent at the begin- ning of our walk. It was all easy walking as far as the pathway went, with only occasional mud holes where small vehicles had tried to go. Yet with a little maintenance they could be filled in and the aiea' could .make a beautiful walk or bicycle link between the North Road and the Main Road. Possibilities of this area are endless. The thing y u notice most about Moore's Woods, ven if you're only a casual observer, is the size of the huge trees that grow there. Some are over 100 years old. Big oaks and tulip and maple trees can be found throughout the area. This trail, accessible from the North Road, the Main Road or by the nature trail sign on Moore's Lane, takes but an hour to walk. It is well worth the time to explore. It is truly the last old woodland left on the North Fork. P.S. Like all outside areas, including your own back yard, ticks are around, so stay on the pathways and enjoy the splendor about you. Suffolk Times photo by Paul Stoutenburgh Like the regularity of the seasons, each spring wildflowers can be found in their usual haunts to brighten your days. Pictured above is the wild pink gera- nium that grows along the pathways In Moore's Woods. of the past. The fruiting part has not yet developed but when it does it will be a pencil -sized spear, tan in color, a miniature of what some prehistoric trees looked like before limbs evolved. We passed the still- sturdy bridge that Charlie Jantzen's Greenport High School science students put in as part of a project to develop a series of nature trails in the woods. As a fellow teacher, I had worked with Charlie on this project and was pleased that the effort was eventually awarded a presi- dential citation for planning and preservation of Moore's Woods. There was an interesting set of trails, some even suspended over the wet areas, while others were cut through the underbrush by the students. All had their interesting stops with an appro- A history of Moore's Woods Moore's Woods was given to the Moore family in 1640 by a grant from King James, and thus got its name. Around 1870, Mr. William Moore decided to drain Silver Lake, as around this time Moore's Woods and the surrounding area was a dismal swamp and a great insect problem. He hired laborers from New York City to dig ditches to drain Silver Lake, therefore drying up the woods and relieving the insect problem. Unknown to him, Silver Lake is spring fed, and is impossible to drain. This attempt was known as Moore's Folly. This 200 -acre parcel of land is today owned by the Greenport Water Authority, and is used as a watershed. In 1971 the Greenport High School ecology class was given permission to use the woods and develop it as a nature study area. (A project of the ecology and earth science students of Greenport High School, 1971 -1972, this guide to Moore's Woods was dedicated to the Greenport Village Board for its fore- sight and wisdom in keeping this unique area in its natural state as a liv- ing sanctuary for this generation and those to come.) The abo . e was taken from the Greenport Nature Study Area booklet. Moore's Woods: 6A • The Suffolk Times June 1, 2000 hidden 01GMreenport's gem Barbara and 1 decided to take advantage of a good day and headed for Moore's Woods just west of Greenport. We parked our car in front of the gate on the south end of the woods just off the Main Road and, with binoculars and camera, headed along the shell- strewn path that led to the woods. I couldn't help but Focus think back to the labor and energy ON that had gone NATURE into the gather- ing of the surf by Paul clams and scal- Stoutenbuirgh lops, and then the hours that went into opening them. The empty shells of yesteryear were then used along the trail to stabilize the soft clay soil that underlies these woods. We're told one reason Moore's Woods was never developed is that this heavy soil made drainage a night- mare. Throughout the woods we could see attempts at draining the little ver- nal ponds that spotted the area. Most of the upland ditches were clogged up, making puddles of water here and there. A short way into the woods we came to a huge, deep, almost stream - like ditch that would parallel our path- way most of the way through the woods. Spotted here and there were the huge green leaves of the skunk cabbage whose early mundane flowers are the first to bloom each year. Sometimes these early blossoms are caught in one of winter's late snow- falls, but the plant pays little attention to this cold for it has its own chemical de -icer that keeps it from freezing. Quite a remarkable feat for any plant to perform. In some places the ditch had to be dug eight to 10 feet down so as to guar- antee that the water flow by gravity to the sea. It was dug by hand, we're told, over 100 years ago by laborers from New York City and has stood the test of time to this day. Suffolk Times photo by Paul Stoutenburgh Like the regularity of the seasons, each spring wildflowers can be found in their usual haunts to brighten your days. Pictured above is the wild pink gera- nium that grows along the pathways in Moore's Woods. We could clearly see that the ditch had just recently been cleaned out and it looked much better than it did when we were here a month ago. It must have been quite a job cleaning the debris that had accumulated through many years of neglect. This drainage ditch starts at Silver Lake to the north and flows south, eventually going underneath Route 25. It then finds its way through a lovely salt marsh and eventually out into the water of Pipes Cove that lies between Greenport and Shelter Island. It wasn't long before we spotted the bright pink flowers of the wild gerani- um. These delicate five - petaled blos- soms were sprinkled all along our pathway for the next quarter -mile. What a delightful addition it was to the greenery that draped our pathway as we walked along. Almost every year about the middle of May you can count on t iese early wildflowers to show up here. These woods were the living laboratory of Roy Latham, that fa- mous naturalist of Orient. Through his years he spent many hours and days roaming and classifying the plants and animals of the area. He is credited with find- ing one of New York's rarest or- chids here, its location a well- kept secret. As we walked along, the raspy call of the crested flycatcher caught our ears. This bird will be looking for a nesting site in any broken limb or cavity that it can find. The call rem in ed me of the time many years ago when I pho- tographed this large flycatcher in our woods. I had set up a blind near the flycatcher's nesting box so I wouldn't be noticed and spent the morning pho- tographing the bird as it flew back and forth to its nest feeding its hungry young. Each time it flew back with a particular orange- and -brown moth that must have been hatching out at that time. I had put that box up espe- cially for the crested flycatcher. It was a bird box that was half open on the front, making easy access. This crested flycatcher is about the size of our cat- bird but brown above and pale yellow below. Walking along in the warm sun, we looked for the familiar landmarks and plants we'd seen in the past. Here and there jack -in- the - pulpits showed their green pulpits that were still maturing. Later on, in the fall, they will have clusters of bright red berries in their pulpits. Hopefully some will find their way to the moist ground and start a new group of preachers that will spread the good word. Further along we found horsetails, those ancient plants that have changed little through eons of time. The trail edge is a good place to find these relics of the past. The fruiting part has not yet developed but when it does it will be a pencil -sized spear, tan in color, a miniature of what some prehistoric trees looked like before limbs evolved. We passed the still- sturdy bridge that Charlie Jantzen's Greenport High School science students put in as part of a project to develop a series of nature trails in the woods. As a fellow teacher, I had worked with Charlie on this project and was pleased that the effort was eventually awarded a presi- dential citation for planning and preservation of Moore's Woods. There was an interesting set of trails, some even suspended over the wet areas, while others were cut through the underbrush by the students. All had their interesting stops with an appro- priate explanation for the viewer. There was even an interpretive trail guide printed to encourage the pubic to use and appreciate this unique area. It's a shame the old trails have become overgrown and forgotten. Time to slow down Halfway up the main trail I decided my leg was not doing its best, so I sug- gested to Barbara she go back and get the car and drive up Moore's Lane, ad west of the North Road where I would eventually meet her. This would save me having to retrace my steps all the way back to the car. wiiu strawber- ry blossoms dot- ted the upper part of the trail and took the place of the wild geranium that was so preva- lent at the begin- ning of our walk. It was all easy walking as far as the pathway went, with only occasional mud holes where small I had tried to go. Yet with a little maintenance they couldi be filled in and the area could make a beautiful walk or bicycle link between the North Road and the Main Road. Possibilities of this area are endless. The thing y u notice most about Moore's Woods, ven if you're only a casual observer, is a size of the huge trees that grow there. Some are over 100 years old. Big oaks and tulip and maple trees can be found throughout the area. This trail, accessible from the North Road, the Main Road or by the nature trail sign on Moore's Lane, takes but an hour to walk. It is well worth the time to explore. It is truly the last old woodland left on the North Fork. P.S. Like all outside areas, including your own back yard, ticks are around, so stay on the pathways and enjoy the history of Moore's Woods Moore's Woods was given to the Moore family in 1640 by a grant from King James, and thus got its name. Around 1870, Mr. William Moore decided to drain Silver Lake, as around this time Moore's Woods and the surrounding area was a dismal swamp and a great insect problem. He hired laborers from New York City to dig ditches to drain Silver Lake, therefore drying up the woods and relieving the insect problem. Unknown to him, Silver Lake is spring fed, and is impossible to drain. This attempt was known as Moore's Folly. This 200-acre-parcel of land is today owned by the Greenport Water Authority, and is used as a watershed. In 1971 the Greenport High School ecology class was given permission to use the woods and develop it as a nature study area. (A project of the ecology and earth science students of Greenport High School, 1971 -1972, this guide to Moore's Woods was dedicated to the Greenport Village Board for its fore- sight and wisdom in keeping this unique area in its natural state as a liv- ing sanctuary for this generation and those to come.) The abo a was taken from the Greenport Nature Study Area booklet. Moore's Woods: 6A • The Suffolk Times June 1, 2000 hidden 01GMreenport's gem Barbara and 1 decided to take advantage of a good day and headed for Moore's Woods just west of Greenport. We parked our car in front of the gate on the south end of the woods just off the Main Road and, with binoculars and camera, headed along the shell- strewn path that led to the woods. I couldn't help but Focus think back to the labor and energy ON that had gone NATURE into the gather- ing of the surf by Paul clams and scal- Stoutenbuirgh lops, and then the hours that went into opening them. The empty shells of yesteryear were then used along the trail to stabilize the soft clay soil that underlies these woods. We're told one reason Moore's Woods was never developed is that this heavy soil made drainage a night- mare. Throughout the woods we could see attempts at draining the little ver- nal ponds that spotted the area. Most of the upland ditches were clogged up, making puddles of water here and there. A short way into the woods we came to a huge, deep, almost stream - like ditch that would parallel our path- way most of the way through the woods. Spotted here and there were the huge green leaves of the skunk cabbage whose early mundane flowers are the first to bloom each year. Sometimes these early blossoms are caught in one of winter's late snow- falls, but the plant pays little attention to this cold for it has its own chemical de -icer that keeps it from freezing. Quite a remarkable feat for any plant to perform. In some places the ditch had to be dug eight to 10 feet down so as to guar- antee that the water flow by gravity to the sea. It was dug by hand, we're told, over 100 years ago by laborers from New York City and has stood the test of time to this day. Suffolk Times photo by Paul Stoutenburgh Like the regularity of the seasons, each spring wildflowers can be found in their usual haunts to brighten your days. Pictured above is the wild pink gera- nium that grows along the pathways in Moore's Woods. We could clearly see that the ditch had just recently been cleaned out and it looked much better than it did when we were here a month ago. It must have been quite a job cleaning the debris that had accumulated through many years of neglect. This drainage ditch starts at Silver Lake to the north and flows south, eventually going underneath Route 25. It then finds its way through a lovely salt marsh and eventually out into the water of Pipes Cove that lies between Greenport and Shelter Island. It wasn't long before we spotted the bright pink flowers of the wild gerani- um. These delicate five - petaled blos- soms were sprinkled all along our pathway for the next quarter -mile. What a delightful addition it was to the greenery that draped our pathway as we walked along. Almost every year about the middle of May you can count on t iese early wildflowers to show up here. These woods were the living laboratory of Roy Latham, that fa- mous naturalist of Orient. Through his years he spent many hours and days roaming and classifying the plants and animals of the area. He is credited with find- ing one of New York's rarest or- chids here, its location a well- kept secret. As we walked along, the raspy call of the crested flycatcher caught our ears. This bird will be looking for a nesting site in any broken limb or cavity that it can find. The call rem in ed me of the time many years ago when I pho- tographed this large flycatcher in our woods. I had set up a blind near the flycatcher's nesting box so I wouldn't be noticed and spent the morning pho- tographing the bird as it flew back and forth to its nest feeding its hungry young. Each time it flew back with a particular orange- and -brown moth that must have been hatching out at that time. I had put that box up espe- cially for the crested flycatcher. It was a bird box that was half open on the front, making easy access. This crested flycatcher is about the size of our cat- bird but brown above and pale yellow below. Walking along in the warm sun, we looked for the familiar landmarks and plants we'd seen in the past. Here and there jack -in- the - pulpits showed their green pulpits that were still maturing. Later on, in the fall, they will have clusters of bright red berries in their pulpits. Hopefully some will find their way to the moist ground and start a new group of preachers that will spread the good word. Further along we found horsetails, those ancient plants that have changed little through eons of time. The trail edge is a good place to find these relics of the past. The fruiting part has not yet developed but when it does it will be a pencil -sized spear, tan in color, a miniature of what some prehistoric trees looked like before limbs evolved. We passed the still- sturdy bridge that Charlie Jantzen's Greenport High School science students put in as part of a project to develop a series of nature trails in the woods. As a fellow teacher, I had worked with Charlie on this project and was pleased that the effort was eventually awarded a presi- dential citation for planning and preservation of Moore's Woods. There was an interesting set of trails, some even suspended over the wet areas, while others were cut through the underbrush by the students. All had their interesting stops with an appro- priate explanation for the viewer. There was even an interpretive trail guide printed to encourage the pubic to use and appreciate this unique area. It's a shame the old trails have become overgrown and forgotten. Time to slow down Halfway up the main trail I decided my leg was not doing its best, so I sug- gested to Barbara she go back and get the car and drive up Moore's Lane, ad west of the North Road where I would eventually meet her. This would save me having to retrace my steps all the way back to the car. wiiu strawber- ry blossoms dot- ted the upper part of the trail and took the place of the wild geranium that was so preva- lent at the begin- ning of our walk. It was all easy walking as far as the pathway went, with only occasional mud holes where small I had tried to go. Yet with a little maintenance they couldi be filled in and the area could make a beautiful walk or bicycle link between the North Road and the Main Road. Possibilities of this area are endless. The thing y u notice most about Moore's Woods, ven if you're only a casual observer, is a size of the huge trees that grow there. Some are over 100 years old. Big oaks and tulip and maple trees can be found throughout the area. This trail, accessible from the North Road, the Main Road or by the nature trail sign on Moore's Lane, takes but an hour to walk. It is well worth the time to explore. It is truly the last old woodland left on the North Fork. P.S. Like all outside areas, including your own back yard, ticks are around, so stay on the pathways and enjoy the history of Moore's Woods Moore's Woods was given to the Moore family in 1640 by a grant from King James, and thus got its name. Around 1870, Mr. William Moore decided to drain Silver Lake, as around this time Moore's Woods and the surrounding area was a dismal swamp and a great insect problem. He hired laborers from New York City to dig ditches to drain Silver Lake, therefore drying up the woods and relieving the insect problem. Unknown to him, Silver Lake is spring fed, and is impossible to drain. This attempt was known as Moore's Folly. This 200-acre-parcel of land is today owned by the Greenport Water Authority, and is used as a watershed. In 1971 the Greenport High School ecology class was given permission to use the woods and develop it as a nature study area. (A project of the ecology and earth science students of Greenport High School, 1971 -1972, this guide to Moore's Woods was dedicated to the Greenport Village Board for its fore- sight and wisdom in keeping this unique area in its natural state as a liv- ing sanctuary for this generation and those to come.) The abo a was taken from the Greenport Nature Study Area booklet. Moore's Woods: 6A • The Suffolk Times June 1, 2000 hidden 01GMreenport's gem Barbara and 1 decided to take advantage of a good day and headed for Moore's Woods just west of Greenport. We parked our car in front of the gate on the south end of the woods just off the Main Road and, with binoculars and camera, headed along the shell- strewn path that led to the woods. I couldn't help but Focus think back to the labor and energy ON that had gone NATURE into the gather- ing of the surf by Paul clams and scal- Stoutenbuirgh lops, and then the hours that went into opening them. The empty shells of yesteryear were then used along the trail to stabilize the soft clay soil that underlies these woods. We're told one reason Moore's Woods was never developed is that this heavy soil made drainage a night- mare. Throughout the woods we could see attempts at draining the little ver- nal ponds that spotted the area. Most of the upland ditches were clogged up, making puddles of water here and there. A short way into the woods we came to a huge, deep, almost stream - like ditch that would parallel our path- way most of the way through the woods. Spotted here and there were the huge green leaves of the skunk cabbage whose early mundane flowers are the first to bloom each year. Sometimes these early blossoms are caught in one of winter's late snow- falls, but the plant pays little attention to this cold for it has its own chemical de -icer that keeps it from freezing. Quite a remarkable feat for any plant to perform. In some places the ditch had to be dug eight to 10 feet down so as to guar- antee that the water flow by gravity to the sea. It was dug by hand, we're told, over 100 years ago by laborers from New York City and has stood the test of time to this day. Suffolk Times photo by Paul Stoutenburgh Like the regularity of the seasons, each spring wildflowers can be found in their usual haunts to brighten your days. Pictured above is the wild pink gera- nium that grows along the pathways in Moore's Woods. We could clearly see that the ditch had just recently been cleaned out and it looked much better than it did when we were here a month ago. It must have been quite a job cleaning the debris that had accumulated through many years of neglect. This drainage ditch starts at Silver Lake to the north and flows south, eventually going underneath Route 25. It then finds its way through a lovely salt marsh and eventually out into the water of Pipes Cove that lies between Greenport and Shelter Island. It wasn't long before we spotted the bright pink flowers of the wild gerani- um. These delicate five - petaled blos- soms were sprinkled all along our pathway for the next quarter -mile. What a delightful addition it was to the greenery that draped our pathway as we walked along. Almost every year about the middle of May you can count on t iese early wildflowers to show up here. These woods were the living laboratory of Roy Latham, that fa- mous naturalist of Orient. Through his years he spent many hours and days roaming and classifying the plants and animals of the area. He is credited with find- ing one of New York's rarest or- chids here, its location a well- kept secret. As we walked along, the raspy call of the crested flycatcher caught our ears. This bird will be looking for a nesting site in any broken limb or cavity that it can find. The call rem in ed me of the time many years ago when I pho- tographed this large flycatcher in our woods. I had set up a blind near the flycatcher's nesting box so I wouldn't be noticed and spent the morning pho- tographing the bird as it flew back and forth to its nest feeding its hungry young. Each time it flew back with a particular orange- and -brown moth that must have been hatching out at that time. I had put that box up espe- cially for the crested flycatcher. It was a bird box that was half open on the front, making easy access. This crested flycatcher is about the size of our cat- bird but brown above and pale yellow below. Walking along in the warm sun, we looked for the familiar landmarks and plants we'd seen in the past. Here and there jack -in- the - pulpits showed their green pulpits that were still maturing. Later on, in the fall, they will have clusters of bright red berries in their pulpits. Hopefully some will find their way to the moist ground and start a new group of preachers that will spread the good word. Further along we found horsetails, those ancient plants that have changed little through eons of time. The trail edge is a good place to find these relics of the past. The fruiting part has not yet developed but when it does it will be a pencil -sized spear, tan in color, a miniature of what some prehistoric trees looked like before limbs evolved. We passed the still- sturdy bridge that Charlie Jantzen's Greenport High School science students put in as part of a project to develop a series of nature trails in the woods. As a fellow teacher, I had worked with Charlie on this project and was pleased that the effort was eventually awarded a presi- dential citation for planning and preservation of Moore's Woods. There was an interesting set of trails, some even suspended over the wet areas, while others were cut through the underbrush by the students. All had their interesting stops with an appro- priate explanation for the viewer. There was even an interpretive trail guide printed to encourage the pubic to use and appreciate this unique area. It's a shame the old trails have become overgrown and forgotten. Time to slow down Halfway up the main trail I decided my leg was not doing its best, so I sug- gested to Barbara she go back and get the car and drive up Moore's Lane, ad west of the North Road where I would eventually meet her. This would save me having to retrace my steps all the way back to the car. wiiu strawber- ry blossoms dot- ted the upper part of the trail and took the place of the wild geranium that was so preva- lent at the begin- ning of our walk. It was all easy walking as far as the pathway went, with only occasional mud holes where small I had tried to go. Yet with a little maintenance they couldi be filled in and the area could make a beautiful walk or bicycle link between the North Road and the Main Road. Possibilities of this area are endless. The thing y u notice most about Moore's Woods, ven if you're only a casual observer, is a size of the huge trees that grow there. Some are over 100 years old. Big oaks and tulip and maple trees can be found throughout the area. This trail, accessible from the North Road, the Main Road or by the nature trail sign on Moore's Lane, takes but an hour to walk. It is well worth the time to explore. It is truly the last old woodland left on the North Fork. P.S. Like all outside areas, including your own back yard, ticks are around, so stay on the pathways and enjoy the history of Moore's Woods Moore's Woods was given to the Moore family in 1640 by a grant from King James, and thus got its name. Around 1870, Mr. William Moore decided to drain Silver Lake, as around this time Moore's Woods and the surrounding area was a dismal swamp and a great insect problem. He hired laborers from New York City to dig ditches to drain Silver Lake, therefore drying up the woods and relieving the insect problem. Unknown to him, Silver Lake is spring fed, and is impossible to drain. This attempt was known as Moore's Folly. This 200-acre-parcel of land is today owned by the Greenport Water Authority, and is used as a watershed. In 1971 the Greenport High School ecology class was given permission to use the woods and develop it as a nature study area. (A project of the ecology and earth science students of Greenport High School, 1971 -1972, this guide to Moore's Woods was dedicated to the Greenport Village Board for its fore- sight and wisdom in keeping this unique area in its natural state as a liv- ing sanctuary for this generation and those to come.) The abo a was taken from the Greenport Nature Study Area booklet.