March 23, 2000 - Signs of spring show nature stirring6A • The Suffolk Times • March 23, 2000
Signs of spring show nature ,stirring
Each of us has our own way of
telling when spring is just around the
corner. Some look for the material
things going on such as snowfences
being taken up along our highways.
Others might tell spring isn't too far
off when they see the advertisements
for boat and recreational shows ap-
pearing in the
newspapers or FOCUS
on television.
And, of course, ON
when the ladies NATURE
see the stores
change their win- by Paul
dow dressings Stoutenburgh
from winter to
casual summer with bathing suits and
sunscreen, that tells the story of a
changing time and season.
But for those whose eyes, ears and
nose are always probing the outdoors,
there are hundreds of subtle ways that
show the world is coming to life in the
name of spring. Among the very roads
where the snowfences are being rolled
up, there are new green patches of day
lilies. Later in the season they will
sprout long, slender stems with hand-
some orange blossoms atop. They'll
last but a day, hence the name day lily,
but each stem has a backup of new
blossoms that will keep the patch afire
with color for days.
Again for those whose eyes are al-
ways probing, they see the color of the
farmers' fields changing from winter's
dullness to living green. For me, I see
my two cows, who stood most of the
time outside the stable during the win-
ter awaiting their daily ration of hay,
today combing the pasture for spring's
first green grass. It will help supply
some part of their daily diet now.
Even their cow flops show the change
in their diet.
Robins return
New and welcome additions to the
back pasture are the robins that now
take up their characteristic run, stop,
and seemingly listen. Soon their early -
morning song will triumph over all
others as they try to persuade a mate
to follow. How I await their un-
forgettable spring song.
While looking over the pasture to
the pond I can see the willow's droop-
ing branches starting to turn yellow.
Their long, dangling branches have
been injected with new life as their
buds begin to swell. The same is true
of the swamp maple that hangs over
the little pond. Here the budding color
is red. All this tells me the sap is flow-
ing in the trees once again. I caught a
glimpse of a sapsucker taking advan-
tage of this sap flow by drilling his line
of holes into the bark of a hickory
tree. This transient woodpecker has
the uncanny ability to collect sap from
its new -made holes much like sap is
collected from maple trees to make
syrup. Later in the day I'll
see him return to his ring
of holes and collect his
share of nature's life -giv-
ing flow of sap.
An interesting side
note to the sapsucker's
oozing ring of holes is
that not only does he
enjoy the rewards of the
hickory tree sap flow but
our always- inquisitive lit-
tle chickadee sneaks in
while the woodpecker is
away and collects its
share of the flow as well.
When we first came to
this place over 40 years
ago, our pasture was
nothing but an eroded
farm field because of the
slope of the land.
Through the years we've
nourished this worn -out
field and created a
healthy stable pasture
that our cows thoroughly
enjoy. Around the pasture
is a bulwark of multiflora
rose, Russian olive, cedar
and pine trees and other
miscellaneous plantings
that through time have
created a living fence. How we enjoy
the open space of our back pasture
with its cows peacefully gracing.
As I mentioned above, the pasture
land had sloped to the center where
there's a small pond. Here we also
find signs of spring. Our painted tur-
tles have left their dark and muddy
quarters and climbed up on logs to
thaw out in the sun. Their world is
coming alive once again. We even see
little ones, which is a good sign that
their reproductive cycle is working.
Last year before it really got cold a
friend of mine and I asked a local
farmer if we could cut some of his
sprouts, turnips and cabbage that were
surplus in his fields. "Sure, take what
you need. They're only going to freeze
later on." So we both took a bushel
basket and stored them in our garages
for later use. I used some right up to
when I went into the hospital for my
knee replacement.
A month or so later as I was hob-
bling out in the garage I discovered
my cache of winter vegetables. Since
then we've been enjoying these tasty
stored vegetables right up to yester-
day, when we finished off the last stalk
What brings this to min is ei
noisy return the other morning as
Barbara looked out and saw the busy
little pair inspecting the area of last
year's site. It was almost as if they
were actually checking it out and com-
plaining because their favorite flower
box was not there yet. With all their
noise, we decided to take action the
first warm day by taking down the
Suffolk Times photo by raw stoutenourgn
Whenever the temperature warms up the water in our ponds, creeks and bays, hibernat-
ing fish, turtles and crabs slowly emerge. Here you see painted turtles in an old Irriga-
tion pond sunning themselves after winter's sleep.
of Brussels sprouts. True, by now there
was some picking over to do, but we
did manage to get one last meal out of
them. No wonder our ancestors all
had root cellars to keep their produce
through the winter. Maybe we could
learn something from them.
By the time you read this, spring
will have officially arrived. I hope you
have experienced some of the same
signs of this long- awaited time as I
have. One of Barbara's favorite signs
is the return of the Carolina wrens
that nest around our place. They seem
to enjoy the company of man. We'll
find them building in the garage, out-
buildings, porches and last year's nest-
ing site: right under our bedroom win-
dow, where they chose one of the
flower boxes.
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storm window, putting up the screen,
in its place and then replacing "their
window box." How these connoisseurs
of insects survived through the winter
is hard to reckon. It must be they
know where to find the hibernating
insects, their larva and eggs and other
goodies that sustain them. One of
nature's wonders.
By now many of you have found
that your favorite osprey has returned
to its last - year's nest. We were thrilled
the other morning when we stepped
outside to do some early- morning rak-
ing and heard that old, familiar, high -
pitched.call of the osprey. Raking was
set aside as we both scanned the sky
above to locate the callers. Sure
enough, there they were, the pair of
them circling and calling. Could this
have been their first reunion since last
fall? We know they mate for life but
go their own separate ways after their
young have left the nest, so our sight-
ing of the two could very well have
been their "first encounter" this year.
The young that fledged last year
won't come back the first year but
stay south. The second year they
might return as non - breeders but only
to play house. Second -year young
often build nests but don't get down
to laying eggs and taking care of fami-
ly until their third year. So how old do
you think your special active osprey
is? It could be 3 to 20 years old or
even more.
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6A • The Suffolk Times • March 23, 2000
Sins of SDrin
show
re stirrin
Whenever the temperature warms up the water in our ponds, Suffolk
and bays,shibe nat
ing fish, turtles and crabs slowly emerge. Here you see painted turtles In an old Irriga-
tion pond sunning themselves after winter's sleep.
Each of us has our own way of
telling when spring is just around the
corner. Some look for the material
things going on such as snowfences
being taken up along our highways.
Others might tell spring isn't too far
off when they see the advertisements
for boat and recreational shows ap-
pearing in the
newspapers or Focus
television.
And, of course, ON
when the ladies NATURE
see the stores
change their win- by Paul
dow dressings Stoutenburgh
from winter to
casual summer with bathing suits and
sunscreen, that tells the story of a
changing time and season.
But for those whose eyes, ears and
nose are always probing the outdoors,
there are hundreds of subtle ways that
show the world is coming to life in the
name of spring. Among the very roads
where the snowfences are being rolled
up, there are new green patches of day
lilies. Later in the season they will
sprout long, slender stems with hand-
some orange blossoms atop. They'll
last but a day, hence the name day lily,
but each stem has a backup of new
blossoms that will keep the patch afire
with color for days.
Again for those whose eyes are al-
ways probing,, they see the color of the
farmers' fields changing from winter's
dullness to living green. For me, I see
my two cows, who stood most of the
time outside the stable during the win-
ter awaiting their daily ration of hay,
today combing the pasture for spring's
first green grass. It will help supply
some part of their daily diet now.
Even their cow flops show the change
in their diet.
obins return
New and welcome additions to the
back pasture are the robins that now
take up their characteristic run, stop,
and seemingly listen. Soon their early -
morning song will triumph over all
others as they try to persuade a mate
to follow. How I await their un-
forgettable spring song.
While looking over the pasture to
the pond I can see the willow's droop-
ing branches starting to turn yellow.
Their long, dangling branches have
been injected with new life as their
buds begin to swell. The same is true
of the swamp maple that hangs over
the little pond. Here the budding color
is red. All this tells me the sap is flow-
ing in the trees once again. I caught a
glimpse of a sapsucker taking advan-
tage of this sap flow by drilling his line
of holes into the bark of a hickory
tree. This transient woodpecker has -
the uncanny ability to collect sap from
its new -made holes much like sap is
collected from maple trees to make
syrup. Later in the day I'll
see him return to his ring
of holes and collect his
share of nature's life -giv-
ing flow of sap.
An interesting side
note to the sapsucker's
oozing ring of holes is
that not only does he
enjoy the rewards of the
hickory tree sap flow but
our always- inquisitive lit-
tle chickadee sneaks in
while the woodpecker is
away and collects its
share of the flow as well.
When we first came to
this place over 40,v ears
ago, our pasture was
nothing but an eroded
farm field because of the
slope of the land.
Through the years we've
nourished this worn -out
field and created a
healthy stable pasture
that our cows thoroughly
enjoy. Around the pasture
is a bulwark of multiflora
rose, Russian olive, cedar
and pine trees and other
miscellaneous plantings
that through time have
created a living fence. How we enjoy
the open space of our back pasture
with its cows peacefully gracing.
As I mentioned above, the pasture
land had sloped to the center where
there's a small pond. Here we also
find signs of spring. Our painted tur-
tles have left their dark and muddy
quarters and climbed up on logs to
thaw out in the sun. Their world is
coming alive once again. We even see
little ones, which is a good sign that
their reproductive cycle is working.
Last year before it really got cold a
friend of mine and I asked a local
farmer if we could cut some of his
sprouts, turnips and cabbage that were
surplus in his fields. "Sure, take what
you need. They're only going to freeze
later on." So we both took a bushel
basket and stored them in our garages
for later use. I used some right up to
when I went into the hospital for my
knee replacement.
A month or so later as I was hob-
bling out in the garage I discovered
my cache of winter vegetables. Since
then we've been enjoying these tasty
stored vegetables right up to yester-
day. when we i hed off the last stalk
of Brussels sprouts. True, by now there
was some picking over to do, but we
did manage to get one last meal out of
them. No wonder our ancestors all
had root cellars to keep their produce
through the winter. Maybe we could
learn something from them.
By the time you reaa t is, spring
will have officially arrived. I hope you
have experienced some of the same
signs of this long- awaited time as I
have. One of Barbara's favorite signs
is the return of the Carolina wrens
that nest around our place. They seem
to enjoy the company of man. We'll
find them building in the garage, out-
buildings, porches and last year's nest-
ing site: right under our bedroom win-
dow, where they chose one of the
flower boxes.
What brings this to mind is their
noisy return the other morning as
Barbara looked out and saw the busy
little pair inspecting the area of last
year's site. It was almost as if they
were actually checking it out and com-
plaining because their favorite flower
box was not there yet. With all their
noise, we decided to take action the
swan wmaow, putting up the screen
in its place and then replacing "their
window box." How these connoisseurs
of insects survived through the winter
is hard to reckon. It must be they
know where to find the hibernating
insects, their larva and eggs and other
goodies that sustain them. One of
nature's wonders.
By now many of you have found
that your favorite osprey has returned
to its last - year's nest. We were thrilled
the other morning when we stepped
outside to do some early- morning rak-
ing and heard that old, familiar, high -
pitched call of the osprey. Raking was
set aside as we both scanned the sky
above to locate the callers. Sure
enough, there they were, the pair of
them circling and calling. Could this
have been their first reunion since last
fall? We know they mate for life but
go their own separate ways after their
young have left the nest, so our sight-
ing of the two could very well have
been their "first encounter" this year.
The young that fledged last year
won't come back the first year but
stay south. The second year they
might return as non - breeders but only
to play house. Second -year young
often build nests but don't get down
to laying eggs and taking care of fami-
ly until their third year. So how old do
you think your special active osprey
is? It could be 3 to 20 years old or
even more.
6A • The Suffolk Times • March 23, 2000
Sins of SDrin
show
re stirrin
Whenever the temperature warms up the water in our ponds, Suffolk
and bays,shibe nat
ing fish, turtles and crabs slowly emerge. Here you see painted turtles In an old Irriga-
tion pond sunning themselves after winter's sleep.
Each of us has our own way of
telling when spring is just around the
corner. Some look for the material
things going on such as snowfences
being taken up along our highways.
Others might tell spring isn't too far
off when they see the advertisements
for boat and recreational shows ap-
pearing in the
newspapers or Focus
television.
And, of course, ON
when the ladies NATURE
see the stores
change their win- by Paul
dow dressings Stoutenburgh
from winter to
casual summer with bathing suits and
sunscreen, that tells the story of a
changing time and season.
But for those whose eyes, ears and
nose are always probing the outdoors,
there are hundreds of subtle ways that
show the world is coming to life in the
name of spring. Among the very roads
where the snowfences are being rolled
up, there are new green patches of day
lilies. Later in the season they will
sprout long, slender stems with hand-
some orange blossoms atop. They'll
last but a day, hence the name day lily,
but each stem has a backup of new
blossoms that will keep the patch afire
with color for days.
Again for those whose eyes are al-
ways probing,, they see the color of the
farmers' fields changing from winter's
dullness to living green. For me, I see
my two cows, who stood most of the
time outside the stable during the win-
ter awaiting their daily ration of hay,
today combing the pasture for spring's
first green grass. It will help supply
some part of their daily diet now.
Even their cow flops show the change
in their diet.
obins return
New and welcome additions to the
back pasture are the robins that now
take up their characteristic run, stop,
and seemingly listen. Soon their early -
morning song will triumph over all
others as they try to persuade a mate
to follow. How I await their un-
forgettable spring song.
While looking over the pasture to
the pond I can see the willow's droop-
ing branches starting to turn yellow.
Their long, dangling branches have
been injected with new life as their
buds begin to swell. The same is true
of the swamp maple that hangs over
the little pond. Here the budding color
is red. All this tells me the sap is flow-
ing in the trees once again. I caught a
glimpse of a sapsucker taking advan-
tage of this sap flow by drilling his line
of holes into the bark of a hickory
tree. This transient woodpecker has -
the uncanny ability to collect sap from
its new -made holes much like sap is
collected from maple trees to make
syrup. Later in the day I'll
see him return to his ring
of holes and collect his
share of nature's life -giv-
ing flow of sap.
An interesting side
note to the sapsucker's
oozing ring of holes is
that not only does he
enjoy the rewards of the
hickory tree sap flow but
our always- inquisitive lit-
tle chickadee sneaks in
while the woodpecker is
away and collects its
share of the flow as well.
When we first came to
this place over 40,v ears
ago, our pasture was
nothing but an eroded
farm field because of the
slope of the land.
Through the years we've
nourished this worn -out
field and created a
healthy stable pasture
that our cows thoroughly
enjoy. Around the pasture
is a bulwark of multiflora
rose, Russian olive, cedar
and pine trees and other
miscellaneous plantings
that through time have
created a living fence. How we enjoy
the open space of our back pasture
with its cows peacefully gracing.
As I mentioned above, the pasture
land had sloped to the center where
there's a small pond. Here we also
find signs of spring. Our painted tur-
tles have left their dark and muddy
quarters and climbed up on logs to
thaw out in the sun. Their world is
coming alive once again. We even see
little ones, which is a good sign that
their reproductive cycle is working.
Last year before it really got cold a
friend of mine and I asked a local
farmer if we could cut some of his
sprouts, turnips and cabbage that were
surplus in his fields. "Sure, take what
you need. They're only going to freeze
later on." So we both took a bushel
basket and stored them in our garages
for later use. I used some right up to
when I went into the hospital for my
knee replacement.
A month or so later as I was hob-
bling out in the garage I discovered
my cache of winter vegetables. Since
then we've been enjoying these tasty
stored vegetables right up to yester-
day. when we i hed off the last stalk
of Brussels sprouts. True, by now there
was some picking over to do, but we
did manage to get one last meal out of
them. No wonder our ancestors all
had root cellars to keep their produce
through the winter. Maybe we could
learn something from them.
By the time you reaa t is, spring
will have officially arrived. I hope you
have experienced some of the same
signs of this long- awaited time as I
have. One of Barbara's favorite signs
is the return of the Carolina wrens
that nest around our place. They seem
to enjoy the company of man. We'll
find them building in the garage, out-
buildings, porches and last year's nest-
ing site: right under our bedroom win-
dow, where they chose one of the
flower boxes.
What brings this to mind is their
noisy return the other morning as
Barbara looked out and saw the busy
little pair inspecting the area of last
year's site. It was almost as if they
were actually checking it out and com-
plaining because their favorite flower
box was not there yet. With all their
noise, we decided to take action the
swan wmaow, putting up the screen
in its place and then replacing "their
window box." How these connoisseurs
of insects survived through the winter
is hard to reckon. It must be they
know where to find the hibernating
insects, their larva and eggs and other
goodies that sustain them. One of
nature's wonders.
By now many of you have found
that your favorite osprey has returned
to its last - year's nest. We were thrilled
the other morning when we stepped
outside to do some early- morning rak-
ing and heard that old, familiar, high -
pitched call of the osprey. Raking was
set aside as we both scanned the sky
above to locate the callers. Sure
enough, there they were, the pair of
them circling and calling. Could this
have been their first reunion since last
fall? We know they mate for life but
go their own separate ways after their
young have left the nest, so our sight-
ing of the two could very well have
been their "first encounter" this year.
The young that fledged last year
won't come back the first year but
stay south. The second year they
might return as non - breeders but only
to play house. Second -year young
often build nests but don't get down
to laying eggs and taking care of fami-
ly until their third year. So how old do
you think your special active osprey
is? It could be 3 to 20 years old or
even more.
6A • The Suffolk Times • March 23, 2000
Sins of SDrin
show
re stirrin
Whenever the temperature warms up the water in our ponds, Suffolk
and bays,shibe nat
ing fish, turtles and crabs slowly emerge. Here you see painted turtles In an old Irriga-
tion pond sunning themselves after winter's sleep.
Each of us has our own way of
telling when spring is just around the
corner. Some look for the material
things going on such as snowfences
being taken up along our highways.
Others might tell spring isn't too far
off when they see the advertisements
for boat and recreational shows ap-
pearing in the
newspapers or Focus
television.
And, of course, ON
when the ladies NATURE
see the stores
change their win- by Paul
dow dressings Stoutenburgh
from winter to
casual summer with bathing suits and
sunscreen, that tells the story of a
changing time and season.
But for those whose eyes, ears and
nose are always probing the outdoors,
there are hundreds of subtle ways that
show the world is coming to life in the
name of spring. Among the very roads
where the snowfences are being rolled
up, there are new green patches of day
lilies. Later in the season they will
sprout long, slender stems with hand-
some orange blossoms atop. They'll
last but a day, hence the name day lily,
but each stem has a backup of new
blossoms that will keep the patch afire
with color for days.
Again for those whose eyes are al-
ways probing,, they see the color of the
farmers' fields changing from winter's
dullness to living green. For me, I see
my two cows, who stood most of the
time outside the stable during the win-
ter awaiting their daily ration of hay,
today combing the pasture for spring's
first green grass. It will help supply
some part of their daily diet now.
Even their cow flops show the change
in their diet.
obins return
New and welcome additions to the
back pasture are the robins that now
take up their characteristic run, stop,
and seemingly listen. Soon their early -
morning song will triumph over all
others as they try to persuade a mate
to follow. How I await their un-
forgettable spring song.
While looking over the pasture to
the pond I can see the willow's droop-
ing branches starting to turn yellow.
Their long, dangling branches have
been injected with new life as their
buds begin to swell. The same is true
of the swamp maple that hangs over
the little pond. Here the budding color
is red. All this tells me the sap is flow-
ing in the trees once again. I caught a
glimpse of a sapsucker taking advan-
tage of this sap flow by drilling his line
of holes into the bark of a hickory
tree. This transient woodpecker has -
the uncanny ability to collect sap from
its new -made holes much like sap is
collected from maple trees to make
syrup. Later in the day I'll
see him return to his ring
of holes and collect his
share of nature's life -giv-
ing flow of sap.
An interesting side
note to the sapsucker's
oozing ring of holes is
that not only does he
enjoy the rewards of the
hickory tree sap flow but
our always- inquisitive lit-
tle chickadee sneaks in
while the woodpecker is
away and collects its
share of the flow as well.
When we first came to
this place over 40,v ears
ago, our pasture was
nothing but an eroded
farm field because of the
slope of the land.
Through the years we've
nourished this worn -out
field and created a
healthy stable pasture
that our cows thoroughly
enjoy. Around the pasture
is a bulwark of multiflora
rose, Russian olive, cedar
and pine trees and other
miscellaneous plantings
that through time have
created a living fence. How we enjoy
the open space of our back pasture
with its cows peacefully gracing.
As I mentioned above, the pasture
land had sloped to the center where
there's a small pond. Here we also
find signs of spring. Our painted tur-
tles have left their dark and muddy
quarters and climbed up on logs to
thaw out in the sun. Their world is
coming alive once again. We even see
little ones, which is a good sign that
their reproductive cycle is working.
Last year before it really got cold a
friend of mine and I asked a local
farmer if we could cut some of his
sprouts, turnips and cabbage that were
surplus in his fields. "Sure, take what
you need. They're only going to freeze
later on." So we both took a bushel
basket and stored them in our garages
for later use. I used some right up to
when I went into the hospital for my
knee replacement.
A month or so later as I was hob-
bling out in the garage I discovered
my cache of winter vegetables. Since
then we've been enjoying these tasty
stored vegetables right up to yester-
day. when we i hed off the last stalk
of Brussels sprouts. True, by now there
was some picking over to do, but we
did manage to get one last meal out of
them. No wonder our ancestors all
had root cellars to keep their produce
through the winter. Maybe we could
learn something from them.
By the time you reaa t is, spring
will have officially arrived. I hope you
have experienced some of the same
signs of this long- awaited time as I
have. One of Barbara's favorite signs
is the return of the Carolina wrens
that nest around our place. They seem
to enjoy the company of man. We'll
find them building in the garage, out-
buildings, porches and last year's nest-
ing site: right under our bedroom win-
dow, where they chose one of the
flower boxes.
What brings this to mind is their
noisy return the other morning as
Barbara looked out and saw the busy
little pair inspecting the area of last
year's site. It was almost as if they
were actually checking it out and com-
plaining because their favorite flower
box was not there yet. With all their
noise, we decided to take action the
swan wmaow, putting up the screen
in its place and then replacing "their
window box." How these connoisseurs
of insects survived through the winter
is hard to reckon. It must be they
know where to find the hibernating
insects, their larva and eggs and other
goodies that sustain them. One of
nature's wonders.
By now many of you have found
that your favorite osprey has returned
to its last - year's nest. We were thrilled
the other morning when we stepped
outside to do some early- morning rak-
ing and heard that old, familiar, high -
pitched call of the osprey. Raking was
set aside as we both scanned the sky
above to locate the callers. Sure
enough, there they were, the pair of
them circling and calling. Could this
have been their first reunion since last
fall? We know they mate for life but
go their own separate ways after their
young have left the nest, so our sight-
ing of the two could very well have
been their "first encounter" this year.
The young that fledged last year
won't come back the first year but
stay south. The second year they
might return as non - breeders but only
to play house. Second -year young
often build nests but don't get down
to laying eggs and taking care of fami-
ly until their third year. So how old do
you think your special active osprey
is? It could be 3 to 20 years old or
even more.