Today, I was yet again astounded by the changes that were present at my phenology spot. With the exception of the Northern Red Oak, all of the trees had completely lost their leaves. The Cattails and Goldenrod were going to seed, rustling in the dry breeze. The only wildlife present were crickets, chickadees and the waterfowl on the lake. As I made my way around my spot, it was clear that fall was coming to a close. The usual signs of wildlife were diminished – no frogs croaking in the pond, fewer birds, no bees buzzing around. My spot was rushing to prepare for winter, yet on the surface, it seemed as if nothing moved. All was quiet, save a final chickadee call.
A Haiku:
Through the fallen leaves
A chickadee’s call resounds
Fall comes to a close.