Author: farmsc5

Today I walked the land at Screech Owl to see how the creek level was doing in this dry spell, and to look for salamander egg packs or larvae.  The branch was dried up, there were no vernal pools and the water in the main creek was milky colored from white clay.  The water sat quite still between the banks, but at least there was water for folks to drink.  It was extraordinarily quiet in the woods. Only one or two frogs sang, and on such a warm day. It gave me pause.

As I edged through the briars, they seemed to move out of the way.  There are days when the briars don’t seem to want me in the woods, or, that I don’t seem in the right spirit to move peacefully through them, and there are days when I am made welcome.  Today was one of the latter.  A particularly thick briar patch had just gently eased open at my touch into a clearing when my foot stepped beside an intricate gold and brown patch of color. I stopped. Ah!

She, or he, was fast asleep. The round shell of the box turtle peeked out from the leaves where she snuggled in to rest through the cold time. I squatted with her a while, and named her “Two Stripe” for the markings on her carapace.  After a long while, I began to wonder if she was alive, so I softly stroked her.  She didn’t open her eyes, but she curled her toes. Satisfied, I eased away, very grateful for her presence, and fine with not knowing if she was a he. It was not worth disturbing her just to answer a science question. There will come a time when we will meet again, in a warm season, and I can sneak a peek.  Box turtles do not stray far from their homelands.  She calls Screech Owl her homeplace now.

Ten weeks until Equinox. Ten weeks to appreciate what we call Winter here in the South.

The chick-weed is peeking through, fresh and delicious.  After our hike along the Eno today it felt great to sit on logs and sample the greenery. One little two year old kept finding wonderful spots to sit and insisting, “You come here and sit down, sit in this spot.”  I had to join him.  It’s what I teach all the time, and this little one did it by heart. A special sit spot: go find one, and hunker down a while.

In winter, the mole salamanders take turns in vernal pools laying their eggs.  On the first warm, rainy night in February, a great congress occurs among the spotted salamanders, and country folks around here gather to witness the miraculous mating ceremonies of that one special night.

If you are out driving your vehicle on such a night in late Winter or early Spring, and you see a plethora of frogs on the road, do not fear a plague of toads. Rather, slow waaay down, avoid as many as you can (it can be quite difficult) and consider turning around.  On this special night, try not to travel on country roads with farm ponds dotting the landscape.

It only happens once a year, and a damp, late-night walk, is worth more than wherever you were headed on whatever errand you’d planned. Take a flashlight (be careful of passing vehicles when walking on on dark, country roads in the rain) and be prepared for the laughter when passers-by inquire, and all you can honestly say is, “I’m out watchin’ frogs”.

Today the Upland Chorus frogs began to sing. It was warm enough to wear shirtsleeves, and the chickens are laying a few more eggs each day.  The children had fun running around in the warm afternoon sun, overlooking stubble fields.  Now, in the cold darkness, the fire crackles in the wood stove and I am turning in early.  Welcome to Farm School.