September 07, 2000 - Summertime goes 'slipping away'6A • The Suffolk Times • September 7, 2000
Summertime
goes `slippin
Where has the summer gone?
Some might say it "slipped away"
while others will say "it's completely
gone." I think "slipping away" is the
one I'd have to choose, for I see
signs of fall everywhere.
The milkweed out in the pasture
has changed its
flowery head FOCUS
a bulging
seed pod that ON
later in the fall NATURE
will burst open
and scatter its by Paul
seeds _ .e Stoutenburgh
wind. -'' i.� - geed
pod is one of nature's most wonder-
ful .packages. If you ever open a
milkweed pod and see how beauti-
fully packed it is with its parachuting
umbrellas of silk and web, you can
start to appreciate some of nature's
wonder.
For the past few weeks we have
been seeing swallows moving south,
stopping here and there when they
find a suitable food supply. It's then
you'll see them congregate by the
thousands, milling about, collecting
the insects that have just hatched.
A typical example is the termite.
When a termite colony becomes
overcrowded, it's time for a change
and a great many of them take to the
air to find new places to settle and
start their own colonies. It's in this
stage of relocation that we see the
swallows swoop in and take advan-
tage of the termites' aerial flight.
This happened just this morning as
away
The milkweed holds its precious silken seeds in a tough an
compact seed pod. As fall approaches and the leaves wither
and die, the milkweed pod splits open and spews its para-
chuted silken webs of seeds to the wind.
the regulars hunting over the pasture
discovered an explosion of insects. ,in
no time there were hundreds of swal-
lows darting in and out over the gar-
den and pasture collecting those that
had taken to the air.
Similar to the way seagulls respond
when one finds :a, choice treasure, it
doesn't take long for the. troops to
gather and share in the prize. Within
a half an hour the insects were gone.
Whatever it was that had just
hatched was no more and so the
wallows moved on to
better hunting grounds.
If you are the least
observant, you can't help
noticing as you drive
along that the farmers
are getting their pota-
toes out of the ground,
the grains have been
threshed and the rem-
nants baled into. straw.
You'll also see the broc-
coli, Brussels sprouts t
and cauliflower that
have been freshly plant-
ed and now await the
cool weather to produce
those wonderful fall veg-
etables we all look for-
ward to.
Even the trees to us
the season is passing.
The catalpa tree along
the roadside that had its
big showy clusters of
white trumpet - shaped
flowers has now formed
its slender bean -like
seed pods that stretch
for 10 to 12 inches in
length.
You'll also notice "the tree of
heaven" or ailanthus that is now in
full seed. Its clusters can easily be
seen along our roadsides with their
splash of dull yellow seed pods. This
is a tree that was immortalized in tht
book "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,"
for it is about the only tree that can
grow in a heavily populated place
with cement and glass all around
where a mere crack in the pavement
lets it get a foothold.
It's not a very pleasant tree to have
around the house for the flowers
have a disagreeable odor. It is a
weedy tree in the sense that it grows
fast and the wood is soft, which
makes it susceptible to wind and
storm damage. But any greenery in
some sections of Brooklyn would be
a pleasant addition-and reminds us
of nature trying to come forth no
matter how much she is suppressed.
The ailanthus, like so many other
things in our world today, is not a
native tree but one that was brought
here from China and has spread
hroughout the countryside.
Then there are the hickory trees
whose nuts are starting to ripen right
now. I can tell because there is a con -
inual raining of nut shells from
above. These green nuts that t e
squirrels are now opening and enjoy-
ing will build up the fat reserve
they'll need to get through the win-
ter when the ground is frozen and
snow covers everything. It's then
hey use their stored -up supply of fat
hat they built up during the summer
ind fall months. Right now the squir-
els are in the treetops enjoying their
iew -found source of food.
Every once in a while they'll drop
full nut. It must slip out of their
ands and it comes crashing down
nd makes a terrific noise. One just
it our cooker on the patio. It sound -
I like someone hit it with a ham -
ier. We have to be careful where we
irk out car, for the falling nuts hit
hard enough to make dents in the
hood and roof.
Have you ever thought about
whether or not those squirrels mov-
ing high up in the treetops ever fall?
Well, let me tell you, they do. While
we were sitting on the patio this
evening we heard this terrific "thud"
and saw one fall from'a tree and land
on his back. He got up, looked
around and then scampered off.
Evidently they can fall from quite a
height and not get hurt. This one
Mmust have been fallen
from at least 30 feet up
in the air, yet it appeared
to us that nothing had
happened to him.
There is so much that
goes on`around our place
that you don't really have
to go anywhere else to be
entertained. This evening
my older son stopped by
to say hello, and as we
sat on'the porch.a deer
jumped out of the
orchard right over the
four -foot fence and into
the pasture, only to trot
away out of sight to the
east. Later I wandered
down to see if I could get
.another look at it.
I walked through the
orchard to the end, out
into the pasture, but I
saw no deer. Always
knowing that there
might be some in the
adjoining fields, I -
worked my way over to
an opening in the
hedgerow ,and looked
out. There stood two magnificent
bucks just like Santa Claus's rein-
deer. They still had a thick velvet
covering on their antlers.
As the days get cooler and the rut-
ting season starts, they'll rub that vel-
vet off on various trees and bushes. I
can see signs of this around the edge
of the pasture where the cedar trees I
planted years ago have had their
branches broken and their trunks
scarred by rubbing in the past. This
rubbing will go on until the bucks'
antlers are polished and sharp, when
they'll challenge a rival over some
lady fair and the battle begins.
And so the season moves on. The
curtain goes up on yet another sea-
son of fall.
6A • The Suffolk Times • September 7, 2000
Summertime
goes `slippin
Where has the summer gone?
Some might say it "slipped away"
while others will say "it's completely
gone." I think "slipping away" is the
one I'd have to choose, for I see
signs of fall everywhere.
The milkweed out in the pasture
has changed its
flowery head FOCUS
a bulging
seed pod that ON
later in the fall NATURE
will burst open
and scatter its by Paul
seeds _ .e Stoutenburgh
wind. -'' i.� - geed
pod is one of nature's most wonder-
ful .packages. If you ever open a
milkweed pod and see how beauti-
fully packed it is with its parachuting
umbrellas of silk and web, you can
start to appreciate some of nature's
wonder.
For the past few weeks we have
been seeing swallows moving south,
stopping here and there when they
find a suitable food supply. It's then
you'll see them congregate by the
thousands, milling about, collecting
the insects that have just hatched.
A typical example is the termite.
When a termite colony becomes
overcrowded, it's time for a change
and a great many of them take to the
air to find new places to settle and
start their own colonies. It's in this
stage of relocation that we see the
swallows swoop in and take advan-
tage of the termites' aerial flight.
This happened just this morning as
away
The milkweed holds its precious silken seeds in a tough an
compact seed pod. As fall approaches and the leaves wither
and die, the milkweed pod splits open and spews its para-
chuted silken webs of seeds to the wind.
the regulars hunting over the pasture
discovered an explosion of insects. ,in
no time there were hundreds of swal-
lows darting in and out over the gar-
den and pasture collecting those that
had taken to the air.
Similar to the way seagulls respond
when one finds :a, choice treasure, it
doesn't take long for the. troops to
gather and share in the prize. Within
a half an hour the insects were gone.
Whatever it was that had just
hatched was no more and so the
wallows moved on to
better hunting grounds.
If you are the least
observant, you can't help
noticing as you drive
along that the farmers
are getting their pota-
toes out of the ground,
the grains have been
threshed and the rem-
nants baled into. straw.
You'll also see the broc-
coli, Brussels sprouts t
and cauliflower that
have been freshly plant-
ed and now await the
cool weather to produce
those wonderful fall veg-
etables we all look for-
ward to.
Even the trees to us
the season is passing.
The catalpa tree along
the roadside that had its
big showy clusters of
white trumpet - shaped
flowers has now formed
its slender bean -like
seed pods that stretch
for 10 to 12 inches in
length.
You'll also notice "the tree of
heaven" or ailanthus that is now in
full seed. Its clusters can easily be
seen along our roadsides with their
splash of dull yellow seed pods. This
is a tree that was immortalized in tht
book "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,"
for it is about the only tree that can
grow in a heavily populated place
with cement and glass all around
where a mere crack in the pavement
lets it get a foothold.
It's not a very pleasant tree to have
around the house for the flowers
have a disagreeable odor. It is a
weedy tree in the sense that it grows
fast and the wood is soft, which
makes it susceptible to wind and
storm damage. But any greenery in
some sections of Brooklyn would be
a pleasant addition-and reminds us
of nature trying to come forth no
matter how much she is suppressed.
The ailanthus, like so many other
things in our world today, is not a
native tree but one that was brought
here from China and has spread
hroughout the countryside.
Then there are the hickory trees
whose nuts are starting to ripen right
now. I can tell because there is a con -
inual raining of nut shells from
above. These green nuts that t e
squirrels are now opening and enjoy-
ing will build up the fat reserve
they'll need to get through the win-
ter when the ground is frozen and
snow covers everything. It's then
hey use their stored -up supply of fat
hat they built up during the summer
ind fall months. Right now the squir-
els are in the treetops enjoying their
iew -found source of food.
Every once in a while they'll drop
full nut. It must slip out of their
ands and it comes crashing down
nd makes a terrific noise. One just
it our cooker on the patio. It sound -
I like someone hit it with a ham -
ier. We have to be careful where we
irk out car, for the falling nuts hit
hard enough to make dents in the
hood and roof.
Have you ever thought about
whether or not those squirrels mov-
ing high up in the treetops ever fall?
Well, let me tell you, they do. While
we were sitting on the patio this
evening we heard this terrific "thud"
and saw one fall from'a tree and land
on his back. He got up, looked
around and then scampered off.
Evidently they can fall from quite a
height and not get hurt. This one
Mmust have been fallen
from at least 30 feet up
in the air, yet it appeared
to us that nothing had
happened to him.
There is so much that
goes on`around our place
that you don't really have
to go anywhere else to be
entertained. This evening
my older son stopped by
to say hello, and as we
sat on'the porch.a deer
jumped out of the
orchard right over the
four -foot fence and into
the pasture, only to trot
away out of sight to the
east. Later I wandered
down to see if I could get
.another look at it.
I walked through the
orchard to the end, out
into the pasture, but I
saw no deer. Always
knowing that there
might be some in the
adjoining fields, I -
worked my way over to
an opening in the
hedgerow ,and looked
out. There stood two magnificent
bucks just like Santa Claus's rein-
deer. They still had a thick velvet
covering on their antlers.
As the days get cooler and the rut-
ting season starts, they'll rub that vel-
vet off on various trees and bushes. I
can see signs of this around the edge
of the pasture where the cedar trees I
planted years ago have had their
branches broken and their trunks
scarred by rubbing in the past. This
rubbing will go on until the bucks'
antlers are polished and sharp, when
they'll challenge a rival over some
lady fair and the battle begins.
And so the season moves on. The
curtain goes up on yet another sea-
son of fall.
6A • The Suffolk Times • September 7, 2000
Summertime
goes `slippin
Where has the summer gone?
Some might say it "slipped away"
while others will say "it's completely
gone." I think "slipping away" is the
one I'd have to choose, for I see
signs of fall everywhere.
The milkweed out in the pasture
has changed its
flowery head FOCUS
a bulging
seed pod that ON
later in the fall NATURE
will burst open
and scatter its by Paul
seeds _ .e Stoutenburgh
wind. -'' i.� - geed
pod is one of nature's most wonder-
ful .packages. If you ever open a
milkweed pod and see how beauti-
fully packed it is with its parachuting
umbrellas of silk and web, you can
start to appreciate some of nature's
wonder.
For the past few weeks we have
been seeing swallows moving south,
stopping here and there when they
find a suitable food supply. It's then
you'll see them congregate by the
thousands, milling about, collecting
the insects that have just hatched.
A typical example is the termite.
When a termite colony becomes
overcrowded, it's time for a change
and a great many of them take to the
air to find new places to settle and
start their own colonies. It's in this
stage of relocation that we see the
swallows swoop in and take advan-
tage of the termites' aerial flight.
This happened just this morning as
away
The milkweed holds its precious silken seeds in a tough an
compact seed pod. As fall approaches and the leaves wither
and die, the milkweed pod splits open and spews its para-
chuted silken webs of seeds to the wind.
the regulars hunting over the pasture
discovered an explosion of insects. ,in
no time there were hundreds of swal-
lows darting in and out over the gar-
den and pasture collecting those that
had taken to the air.
Similar to the way seagulls respond
when one finds :a, choice treasure, it
doesn't take long for the. troops to
gather and share in the prize. Within
a half an hour the insects were gone.
Whatever it was that had just
hatched was no more and so the
wallows moved on to
better hunting grounds.
If you are the least
observant, you can't help
noticing as you drive
along that the farmers
are getting their pota-
toes out of the ground,
the grains have been
threshed and the rem-
nants baled into. straw.
You'll also see the broc-
coli, Brussels sprouts t
and cauliflower that
have been freshly plant-
ed and now await the
cool weather to produce
those wonderful fall veg-
etables we all look for-
ward to.
Even the trees to us
the season is passing.
The catalpa tree along
the roadside that had its
big showy clusters of
white trumpet - shaped
flowers has now formed
its slender bean -like
seed pods that stretch
for 10 to 12 inches in
length.
You'll also notice "the tree of
heaven" or ailanthus that is now in
full seed. Its clusters can easily be
seen along our roadsides with their
splash of dull yellow seed pods. This
is a tree that was immortalized in tht
book "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,"
for it is about the only tree that can
grow in a heavily populated place
with cement and glass all around
where a mere crack in the pavement
lets it get a foothold.
It's not a very pleasant tree to have
around the house for the flowers
have a disagreeable odor. It is a
weedy tree in the sense that it grows
fast and the wood is soft, which
makes it susceptible to wind and
storm damage. But any greenery in
some sections of Brooklyn would be
a pleasant addition-and reminds us
of nature trying to come forth no
matter how much she is suppressed.
The ailanthus, like so many other
things in our world today, is not a
native tree but one that was brought
here from China and has spread
hroughout the countryside.
Then there are the hickory trees
whose nuts are starting to ripen right
now. I can tell because there is a con -
inual raining of nut shells from
above. These green nuts that t e
squirrels are now opening and enjoy-
ing will build up the fat reserve
they'll need to get through the win-
ter when the ground is frozen and
snow covers everything. It's then
hey use their stored -up supply of fat
hat they built up during the summer
ind fall months. Right now the squir-
els are in the treetops enjoying their
iew -found source of food.
Every once in a while they'll drop
full nut. It must slip out of their
ands and it comes crashing down
nd makes a terrific noise. One just
it our cooker on the patio. It sound -
I like someone hit it with a ham -
ier. We have to be careful where we
irk out car, for the falling nuts hit
hard enough to make dents in the
hood and roof.
Have you ever thought about
whether or not those squirrels mov-
ing high up in the treetops ever fall?
Well, let me tell you, they do. While
we were sitting on the patio this
evening we heard this terrific "thud"
and saw one fall from'a tree and land
on his back. He got up, looked
around and then scampered off.
Evidently they can fall from quite a
height and not get hurt. This one
Mmust have been fallen
from at least 30 feet up
in the air, yet it appeared
to us that nothing had
happened to him.
There is so much that
goes on`around our place
that you don't really have
to go anywhere else to be
entertained. This evening
my older son stopped by
to say hello, and as we
sat on'the porch.a deer
jumped out of the
orchard right over the
four -foot fence and into
the pasture, only to trot
away out of sight to the
east. Later I wandered
down to see if I could get
.another look at it.
I walked through the
orchard to the end, out
into the pasture, but I
saw no deer. Always
knowing that there
might be some in the
adjoining fields, I -
worked my way over to
an opening in the
hedgerow ,and looked
out. There stood two magnificent
bucks just like Santa Claus's rein-
deer. They still had a thick velvet
covering on their antlers.
As the days get cooler and the rut-
ting season starts, they'll rub that vel-
vet off on various trees and bushes. I
can see signs of this around the edge
of the pasture where the cedar trees I
planted years ago have had their
branches broken and their trunks
scarred by rubbing in the past. This
rubbing will go on until the bucks'
antlers are polished and sharp, when
they'll challenge a rival over some
lady fair and the battle begins.
And so the season moves on. The
curtain goes up on yet another sea-
son of fall.