Finally, after three storms and several feet of snow, the sun came out. I buckled up my snowshoes and set out to accomplish three things: pack trails for future walking and access to the property; capture some unusual, late winter scenes; and share this lovely late-winter day with friends who might be unable or unwilling to navigate waste-deep snow cover.
My woodland walk started at the house, followed a trail dating back to the construction of a small dairy farm in 1854, then looped back to the house. The adventure covered less than a mile but was nearly two hours in duration.
Home; the “1854 House”
A Wild Apple Tree
164 year-old farm trail with a packed snowshoe path in the center (1 of 3)
Chickadee feeding on White Spruce seeds in a windbreak/wildlife habitat planting (1 of 2)
Return trip down the woodland trail
Wild apple tree in snow and morning light; mission accomplished!
Think about it – how would you eat an apple if you had no front teeth on your upper jaw, and couldn’t just “take a bite”? White-tailed Deer have a solution: maneuver the apple into the back of your mouth and crunch it up with your molars. This method can be awkward, occasionally hilarious, but it works!
The wild apple trees are in full bloom and attracting the attention of even casual observers during rush hour. With rain and the possibility of thunderstorms in the forecast, I decided to seize the moment and create some memories before the blossoms become airborne.
For more photos and a more detailed natural history of our wild apple trees visit my post from last year: “It’s Apple Blossom Time!” May 17, 2013
We’ve had several days of nice weather and I decided that a mid-morning walk should be priority number one. I failed to get a picture of Catbirds feeding on the berry-like fruits of viburnums, dogwoods and Multiflora Rose, but came away with a few shots worth sharing.
Mature doe feeding on wild apples; her two fawns are nearby
One of the doe’s fawns; has just spotted me
Not satisfied with the visual, it’s trying to pick up my scent
I’m close, but downwind, which requires a pretty serious evaluation with the olfactory senses