My place in Burlington is bustling with life. A bird built a nest for its babies to be grow up in. It was constructed on a tall branch of an eastern white pine. Interesting that both places have coniferous trees. My new site also contains a few evergreens, most common are eastern hemlocks. If there is a birds nest in my new site, it will soon be uncovered as well as more and more leaves fall to the ground. Both places are similar forests because both are in the northeast, my new place being a little farther south. The biggest difference between the two places is the giant lake that defines my new place. My original place had a stream near by but no actual body of water was at the site. In my new site, a lake is so big and so strong, it makes it harder to notice anything else. Fish swim around under the still surface, calling this lake their home. Ducks rest their wings on the surface of the water. All life seems to be drawn to the lake, it is the center of a tiny ecosystem. My place back in Burlington lacked a large water source, and seemed more quiet. There is way more life easily noticeable by the lake.
I walk down the old dirt path leading to my new place. As I turn around the corner I can see the sunlight reflecting off the surface of the lake. The brightness blinds the eastern hemlocks surrounding the lake. Those trees stand taller than the rest, commanding the scene. Upon father investigation, there are ducks swimming through the lake. They are the only disturbance on an otherwise still body of water. It is almost as though the surface was remaining still just for the ducks to enjoy. One duck starts to swim away from the pack, for reasons unknown to me. The rest of the ducks follow suit. I realize that these ducks are a family, were one goes so do the rest. They exist in perfect harmony with each other, the sky, and this lake. Luckily for them, this was the perfect day. Such a small amount of wind and a perfect temperature, the day was made for this family of ducks. The sun begins to set and a beautiful set of colors are unleashed onto the lake. It truly is amazing how nature connects everything together in such a peaceful way. And somehow, with all of these different moving parts of the scene, an unbelievable stillness and quietness remains in tact.
Birds are singing their song Leaves are in the air I haven't gone outside in so long I just couldn't help but stare A bird's nest above my head Rested on an eastern white pine I'm so glad I got out of bed This moment is oh so fine Winter may come in strong As powerful as a bear Yet running away feels wrong For this beauty is oh so rare When the cold turns my cheeks red I recognize that dismal sign It's time to venture on ahead And blow a kiss to the place I call mine
In my most recent visit to my place, I was searching for some phenology changes when my mind was blown. There was a bird’s nest in a tree! It was outstanding! The entire nest had been created since my last visit (just a week before). I thought that was very cool. I seems I now have to share my place with another creature. I also noticed the leaves in the trees were more brown, and way more leaves had fallen. The leaf litter was very brown in color, less colors than last time.