July 2024: Feeling the Heat

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Great Blue Heron soars over the lake toward the south end just after sunrise, July 15

In the blog this month:

Feeling and Dealing with the Heat
Someone Loves It: Pollinators Galore in the Humid Heat
Did Someone Say “Drought”? In Virginia?
Climate Log: The Truth That Dares Not Speak Its Name
July 2024 Photo/Video Gallery

Yellow Tiger Swallowtail, Bumblebees, and Honeybees Swarm in Cutleaf Teazel and Porcelain Berry in the north end below the dam on a hot afternoon, July 23

Feeling and Dealing with the Heat

“The less you use it, the easier it is to live without it.” (Stan Cox, author of Losing Our Cool: Uncomfortable Truths about Our Air-Conditioned World)

In early July, the extreme heat that has smothered the U.S. hit Northern Virginia with a vengeance, as air temps for most of a week exceeded 100–and the heat index (the combo of heat and humidity) reached 110–before the air temp simmered back to the high 80s/low 90s. From mid-month on, clouds, bits of rain, and the forecast of more rain have tantalized us with a promise of normal summer weather in this part of the country.

Still, what separates this summer from 2022 and 2023 so far has been the humidity, the overall heaviness of the water-vapor-loaded air, which makes breathing slightly more difficult and sweating more intense. Fatigue hits us more quickly.

Those of us who can luckily spend most of our time indoors in chemically-cooled air can combat these effects. But most people in the world, including millions in this country, are not so fortunate. And even those of us with the luxury of cooled air pay the environmental price of further pollution of the air by the very machines we use to cool the air. In addition, all that hot air spewed outside by the air con just makes the outside hotter! So there’s really no escaping the costs of extreme heat brought on by our fossil-fuel addiction. Not to mention the big hit our utility bills take by all that air con!

With all that negativity in mind, even the fortunate can take a few simple steps to minimize their reliance on chemical/mechanical cooling; and you’ll save $$$, too!

  • Learn to live with higher temps than you’d prefer: when it’s 100 outside, set your air conditioner at 80 or higher (I set mine at 78, but by following the suggestions below, the aircon rarely comes on)
  • Keep shades or blinds closed to keep out sunlight–live with a little bit of darkness
  • Strip down to your preferred level of modesty
  • When coming in out of the muggy heat, wipe face and neck (and any other area you feel needs it) with a wet washcloth
  • Stay hydrated–keep drinking water handy
  • Avoid using heat-producing machinery to the extent possible in the kitchen or workroom

Anything you can do to stay cooler without the air-conditioning running is a plus for everyone.

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Butterflies, Moths, Bees, and Dragonflies–Pollinators Galore in the Humid Heat

Silver-Spotted Skipper Butterfly feeds on the ubiquitous Cutleaf Teazel by the outlet stream below the dam, hot afternoon, July 23

Taking a daily stroll around the lake this month in the humid air may not be the most pleasant experience, especially from 11 AM on, when the air is at its hottest. But if you do, you’ll be treated to a festival of pollinators gorging on the lush July wildflowers, from Queen Anne’s Lace and Swamp Milkweed to Cutleaf Teazel, Porcelain Berry, and Purple Thistle–and even the last remaining Allegheny Blackberries. In my two summers here so far, I’ve not seen such profusion of Butterfly, Moth, and Dragonfly species, as well as the numbers of Bumblebees, Honeybees, and smaller bees flitting from flower to flower.

The difference is the level of heat and humidity. What makes life uncomfortable for us fragile humans seems to bring out the best in the small pollinators, at least to this point in the month. So I’ll enjoy the photographic cornucopia while I can, and keep track over the coming weeks. Here are some of the results, with more in this month’s Photo/Video Gallery later in the entry.

Black Dragonfly amid Cattails and Reeds by the outlet stream below the dam, July 23

Orange Sulphur Butterfly, with Bees, and Beetles, on Cutleaf Teazel on a breezy July 13

Bumblebee and two Honeybees feed on Cutleaf Teazel at the northwest corner of the lake, at sunrise, July 15

Closeup of a Common Buckeye Moth on the path below the north end dam, July 23

Pipevine Swallowtail–first sighting–feeding on Cutleaf Teazel on the northwest corner of the lake, on a hot afternoon, July 23

Three Bumblebees feast on Swamp Milkweed, east bank of the lake, July 23

If you are interested in identifying Butterfly and Moth species, may I suggest the website Butterflies and Moths of North America.

If you are interested in identification of insects of all kinds, go to insectidentification. org.

If you want to get kids involved in the looking and enjoying, try the Children’s Butterfly Site, with quizzes and games to add to the fun.

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“Drought,” Did Someone Say? In Northern Virginia?

Severe (orange) and extreme (red) drought conditions in Virginia, July 23 (source: Fairfax County Government)

Update, July 31: According to the Washington Post  (July 30), the Washington-area Council of Governments has issued a “drought watch” to the region, and has urged residents to “voluntarily” conserve water by such actions as taking 5-minute showers, turning off water while brushing teeth, and only using dishwashers for full loads. At the same time, they are assuring residents that the area reservoirs are full and the region is well-prepared for drought. Commenters to the article disagree with this rosy assessment.

July 28: Since moving here from California two years ago, I’ve occasionally written in this blog about how shocked, but not surprised, I’ve been by how ignorant and complacent this region is about water or the lack of it. Whereas Californians obsess about water, because they have always been forced by drought to be aware of every drop, what happens to it, and how to conserve, Northern Virginians take water for granted. In California, most people know whether local water comes from the aquifer, from a far-away reservoir, or from annual river runoff from the Sierra snowpack. Here, it’s just assumed that rain will provide–and in the past it did. But no longer.

Water-hungry toilets, multi-acre-sized carpets of pollinator-empty grass, and thirsty beds of annual flowers are everywhere in the DC suburbs and exurbs. Mowers are out weekly to make sure that lawns look like artificial turf–rather than like actual plantings, which if allowed to grow would have roots that can reach the water table. Local governments never ask residents to conserve water. (Note: See the July 31 update, above.)

Last year’s drought conditions in Central Virginia (see the map above) and even a few brief wildfires near us in August drew hardly a mention here. Equally critical, the lack of snowfall in the disappearing winter (see my January 2024 entry) is only considered significant because of lack of a nostalgic White Christmas, not because it portends trouble to come. Indeed, most Northern Virginians are happy not to have the snow, because it just clogs traffic–everyone’s number one preoccupation. (I’m trying not to be too cynical!)

A rare rain shower wets the burned-out blackberry canes along the north end of the lake, July 11

Finally, the Washington Post published an article by Ian Livingston on July 11 that proclaimed the “severe drought” plaguing the DC region. It noted the 4.5 inch deficit in average rainfall, and showed a picture of browned-out grass in one neighborhood. But the overall message was that a few nice rainstorms and maybe even a helpful hurricane would come by to bring us all back to our usual contentment.

Typical rain-dependent, regularly mowed “lawn” space in suburban Northern Virginia, not hospitable to pollinators, July 26

However, one of the many commenters to the bland article emotionally described an actual consequence of what the “severe drought” is doing to the region:

I live in the Valley and let me tell you it is really bad. I realize that many sit inside in A/C and never even think about what is happening. The farmers are selling their cows because they cannot feed them. Normally the fields are lush and green now with plenty of grass. There is no hay. We normally get three crops of hay. There was one very small crop this year. So there is no hay to feed animals this winter. Even if we got a lot of rain now, there will be no more hay. I don’t know what the farmers will do. The trees are dying. Wells are running dry.

We had a similar scenario last year but the drought started last year in late August so at least there was a decent hay crop.

If this is the new normal and I am starting to think that it is, then it will be impossible to raise cows for beef and for milk at least here in VA. Prices are going to go way up in any event (please don’t blame this on Biden, he cannot control the weather).

And I have never seen it so hot for so long. Weeks on end of mid 80’s to upper 90’s temperatures. And I fear now for forest fires. One lightning strike is all it will take.

Note, however, that this impassioned commenter “lives in the Valley” (presumably the Shenandoah Valley 90 miles west of here), so it’s unlikely that the average DC area urbanite/suburbanite will pay any attention to “hay” and “cows,” when they have much more pressing concerns–like this morning’s (or any days’) traffic on the beltway (“I know! Isn’t it a nightmare?!”)

Update, August 3: Photos from the Drought-Stricken Shenandoah Valley

To see for ourselves what commentators to the Post articles were writing about the extreme drought conditions in Western Central Virginia, we spent August 2 and 3 in the Shenandoah Valley. Once we crossed the Blue Ridge Mountains and drove down into the Valley in the high 90s heat, the fields were much browner than east of the mountains, and corn fields were stunted and sometimes bare. The South Fork of the Shenandoah River was very low, though the river still flowed. The forecast on the 2nd was for thunderstorms, but, as usual, storm clouds did appear, but no more than a few drops fell.

Dried out field, stunted corn crop, at farm in Shenandoah, VA, August 3

Burned out farm field, New Market, VA, Aug. 2

Families are still out tubing on the shallow, much-narrowed South Fork of the Shenandoah River, Elkton, VA, August 2

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Climate Log: The Truth That Dares Not Speak Its Name

What now looks like desert was not long ago a thriving pasture in Leonforte, Sicily (photo by Gianni Cipriano, June 24). See Postcards from “A World on Fire” for more such examples of drought around the world.

In the intense political atmosphere of this critical election year, I am again dismayed, but not surprised, by the lack of any mention of climate change by U.S. candidates, particularly in relation to the daily, dramatic heat extremes of this most unique of summers. This last week of July is feeling Earth’s hottest day on record in 88 years of recording–or really a succession of hottest days ever–not to mention report after report of heat-related deaths, crop burnout, and devastating effects of drought. The Washington Post article by Sarah Kaplan, July 23, reviews the research and statistics from the European Union’s Copernicus Project. The  shocking photo from Sicily (above) is just one of many examples of climate degradation around the world in just the most recent year, and far from the most terrible in terms of human cost in lives and livelihoods.

Here in the U.S., research by the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) reveals the intensity and spread of one climate change consequence–extreme drought–as illustrated by this map of Texas south through Mexico to Guatemala (June 2024), as part of its Global Drought Narrative for the current year:

But for one of our two U.S. political parties, climate-change denial is perhaps its most important commandment. Why? Because the Party is deeply committed to the fossil-fuel cartel. The Party’s Presidential nominee openly promised the cartel special favors in exchange for a one-billion dollar donation to his campaign.

Even though a solid majority of Americans continue to say to pollsters that climate change is an important issue that needs to be addressed (78%), the cartel and its supporting politicians have so far managed to convince many Americans that climate change may not be primarily human-caused (46% of respondents to the polls sponsored by the EPIC project at the University of Chicago). This viewpoint translates into a clear majority of respondents to the same polls who would not be willing to pay even 1 dollar more in taxes to reduce fossil fuel emissions! However, if, as the pollsters asked, corporations could be induced to pay for the transformation of the energy system to renewable energy, the popular opinion becomes strongly positive (65%). 

So most Americans do think that something needs to be done to combat climate change–as long as someone else pays for it.

As might be expected, people who align themselves Republican (the party of denial) are way more skeptical of the need to address climate change. But even many of them (42%) would support regulations to limit emissions from power plants and vehicles. Support by Democrats (the party for positive action on climate change) is, understandably, higher, with 78% favoring regulation of emissions.

What about people who have suffered first-hand from extreme effects? The brightest number in the EPIC stats for those favoring action comes from respondents–across party lines–who say that they had suffered the extreme effects of climate change in their own lives. 68% of these sufferers consider it an important issue in this election year, and 53% want the newly-elected President to take action. Even more telling is that up to 22% of sufferers in four states who are among the most affected (Texas, Louisiana, Oklahoma, and Arkansas) would consider moving out of those states–becoming migrants themselves–if conditions don’t improve (see map below).

Percentages of those already affected by extreme heat and storms willing to move (EPIC Project, U. of Chicago, 2024)

Since the extreme effects of heat, drought, floods, sea level rise, etc., will only intensify, the deteriorating climate itself promises to keep moving the public-opinion dial toward government action and corporate change. But how many more tragedies must occur in the meantime?

For the present, even the Democrats, nervously looking at the ambiguous numbers, are afraid to come out too strongly for positive action on climate change. Listen to and read their speeches, their policy statements, their incessant funding pleas. Do they even mention how people and places are suffering from a changing climate? Or will the extreme effects of heat, drought, floods, wildfires, and eroding shorelines remain a terrible truth that dares not speak its name? How many more places across the world, including the U.S., must become virtually unlivable before politicians have the courage to speak out with bold plans to save lives, livelihoods, and our fellow creatures?

Park Fire, now the 6th largest in California history. Sacramento Bee article by Rosalio Ahumada, July 29

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The July 2024 Photo/Video Gallery

This month’s gallery features more scenes of the variety of pollinators (birds, butterflies, bees, dragonflies) around the lake, including species not seen here before, as well as the flowering plants with which they collaborate. That our fragile little ecosystem remains so wildlife friendly is a tribute to all, including humans, who care for it by not polluting, by letting plants grow, and by not scaring the wildlife away.

Red-winged Blackbird male perches on a Persimmon Tree at the northwest corner on a hot afternoon, July 21

Orange Skimmer dragonfly rests on a branch on the southwest shore, July 31

Green Heron listens to Cicadas on a branch under the bridge on the southeast cove on a humid afternoon, July 23

Ripe Elderberries along the path by the southeast bridge, July 15

Some of the last Allegheny Blackberries at the north end, before the canes burned out in the heat, July 5. We harvested some for snacks and baking, but left almost all for the birds!

Silver Spotted Skipper Butterfly–a first sighting here–amid Cutleaf Teazel below the dam, hot July 23

Red-winged Blackbird female in Porcelain Berry at the north end below the dam on July 23

Chipmunk eyes me from the grass beside the southeast cove bridge on the hot, humid July 23

Our ubiquitous Red-bellied Cooters don’t like coming above water on really hot days, but this one showed up on the log in the southeast cove in the heat of the afternoon, July 23

Another July regular, Pokeberry, appears in graceful glory on the north end shore, July 4

I surprise an unfazed Mockingbird on the north end path, on a drizzly morning, July 22

Cottontails are plentiful this July, like this one, munching calmly on the grass beside the northwest path on a hot afternoon, July 23

Tiny Summer Azure Butterfly on Porcelain Berry leaf below the north end dam in heavy rain, July 11

Two Goldfinches amid Purple Thistle on a drizzly morning in the northwest corner, July 22

Blue Widow Skimmer Dragonfly on Porcelain Berry below the north end just after sunrise, July 7

Brown Thrasher, first sighting here, in Bradford Pear by the northeast corner path, July 23

Sachem and Fritillary Butterflies feed on a Cutleaf Teazel bloom in the northwest corner, July 13

As the abnormally high heat and humidity continue, we hope the resilience of our pollinators and of our human Virginia neighbors continue to set an example for all of us. On to August!

December 2023: Bluebirds, Loving Ducks, and a New Kind of Christmas

Our first and only snowfall thus far, a brief one inch on Dec. 11

Looking north in first snowfall, Dec. 11, 3:30 AM

In this month’s blog:

Bluebirds, Loving Mallards, and a New Kind of Christmas
 A Joyous Christmas Week With Family
The December 2023 Photo/Video Gallery

Heavenly bamboo on the west bank of the lake, Christmas Eve. In California, these resilient, colorful plants serve as symbols of Christmas.

Bluebirds, a Closed Bethlehem, and Other Signs of a New Kind of Christmas

Two bluebirds in a budding red maple, southeast side of the lake, Dec. 23

Oh little town of Bethlehem / How still we see thee lie…

And so the beloved Christian hymn begins. It imagines a peaceful small town in the Palestine of 2000 years ago, a town as yet unaware that the birth of Jesus is about to take place in the humble stable where the poor pilgrims Mary and Joseph have stopped for the night. As the tune of the song, which I’ve sung many times, plays in my mind, I find it hard to comprehend that the Bethlehem of 2023 is also still this year, many places shuttered because of the killing and devastation a mere 50 miles away that have torn apart this Holy Land sacred to three great world religions.

The Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, silent because of the war in Gaza (photo from “God Is Under the Rubble of Gaza,” the New York Times, Dec. 24)

Usually on Christmas, many thousands flock to a joyous, music-filled, brightly lit Bethlehem to celebrate Jesus’ birth. But this year the tone is mournful, many streets quiet. The few who have still come to honor the Birth will do so in silent reverence. Said New York Times journalists Yara Bayoumy and Samar Hasboun:

“A Lutheran church put up its crèche, but with a sad and symbolic twist. The baby Jesus — wrapped in a keffiyeh, the black-and-white checkered scarf that has become a badge of Palestinian identity — is lying not in a makeshift cradle of hay and wood. Instead, he lies among the rubble of broken bricks, stones and tiles that represent so much of Gaza’s destruction.”

The church’s pastor, Rev. Munther Isaac, who created the crèche, said, “The horror of war cannot be allowed to bury the spirit of Jesus… Despite the circumstances, we must still show that Jesus is the source of happiness and peace in the church. God is under the rubble in Gaza, this is where we find God right now.” (See also the article in the Washington Post, Dec. 26.)

The Signs of a New Christmas in Northern Virginia

Looking toward downtown across the lake on a cool, rainy day after Christmas

Perhaps paling in significance compared to the Israel-Gaza War are the quiet signs of a psychological change in how we define Christmas here in this little corner of Virginia, USA. Of course, some things are the same: the calendar still says it’s late December, and so people have been flocking to stores since November and shopping online for the dazzling array of goods that we will give as colorfully-wrapped presents to family members.

But we in the U.S. (even those of us on California and Florida beaches) used to define Christmas as occurring within a deep winter setting of chill winds and blizzardy falls of white snow. Santa Claus, the primary spirit that kept us warm and happy in forbidding weather, we pictured flying from home to home on the magical sleigh led by reindeer from the bitterly cold far north. That picture still made a kind of sense when most parts of the US still had snow cover in December. But now, when even the polar ice caps are melting, it’s just nostalgia–and maybe fear of the future–that keeps us clinging to the White Christmas fantasy.

A typical Christmas scene as imagined by Blue Mountain e-cards, Dec. 20

On Christmas this year, the high temperature here was a calm 58. What would Santa in his fur coat do in a climate like ours? Of what use is a sleigh without snow? And the poor reindeer, what of their chances in our warmth? The fleeting inch of snow we had on Dec. 11 is a gone memory, and it’s been many years since there was snow here on Christmas.  Oh, you might point out that last Christmas Eve, 2022, the low temp was a biting 7 degrees F., but that was an anomaly, as was the dusting of snow we had on Jan. 31 last winter, the only snow of the season.

A rare December bluebird along the highway sound barrier west of the lake, Dec. 23.

A Bluebird Surprise

There is no shock to the mind from a mild day in December; indeed, the change from the possible bite of a freezing wind is soothingly pleasant. As I walked around the lake on Dec. 23, I delighted in the warmth, and then in the brilliant orange and blue of a small flock of bluebirds, who I was surprised to see and I luckily photographed. But part of me registered a disturbing discord, like a slight seismic tremor. “I’m happy to see you, friend bluebird, but why are you here so early?” Then the disquieting thought: “Were things not so nice where you’d usually be this time of year? Too warm perhaps? Is this just a temporary visit, or will you try to make a home in our community long term? Have you discussed this with the house sparrows?”

Eastern bluebirds are known as “partial migrants.” A particular flock may go as far north as Canada in summer and as far south as Florida in winter–but that flock might also stay year-round wherever they find the right conditions. Maybe in New England, maybe in Georgia, maybe right here. Some flocks might stay year-round where it’s cooler; others where it’s warmer. Another group might switch locations during the year. Like humans, bluebirds aren’t all alike in their preferences. Maybe these bluebirds I conversed with were gonna stay a while because of the warmth, or the relative coolness; maybe they’d move on. Still, I’d never seen bluebirds here this early.

Another bluebird by the sound barrier west of the lake, Dec. 23, morning

What we know for sure is that the changing climate is gradually warming, with 2023 the hottest year on record around the world. Winters have been getting shorter most places, and aren’t as cold. In our region, the fall leaves stay on the trees longer; the buds appear earlier. Was that red maple in the photograph above really budding already, when just last month it still had bright red leaves on its branches? How long can it still exist here with no real winter?

These bluebirds wouldn’t be here if it were actually an icy white Christmas. They can’t be fooled by nostalgia. Unlike us, but very much like the human climate refugees increasing everywhere, bluebirds have to live 24/7 in the real world. We who are not yet climate refugees are lucky that our imaginations can still enable us to live in a fantasy world, at least for a while yet. We can still sing “let it snow, let it snow, let it snow, ” when it’s 58 outside. But sooner or later, we’ll have to live in the real world, too.

The Romantic Mallards: Definitely Early Birds

Mallard pair communicate on the log in the southeast cove, Christmas Eve

Last month’s blog entry ends with a 2-minute video of a pair of mallards clearly engaged in mating, or at least pre-mating, behavior. Take a look.  It’s amazing how they communicate and how one bird observes and imitates the other. This month, the mallards, particularly one pair, are the stars of the lake, sometimes even being the lone waterfowl on a rainy morning. I find them on the lake almost every day, often in shore places where I’ve not seen them before. Just the day after Christmas, Dec. 26, I spotted them in the inlet stream beneath the bridge over the southeast portion of the lakeside path. It’s gotten so that I’m not surprised when they show up anywhere along the lakeshore. Here’s that video:

The mallard pair makes their relationship pretty obvious in the inlet stream on the southeast portion of the lake, Dec. 26

Mating season for mallards is the spring, not fall or winter. But this pair began mating behavior in November and it’s only intensified this month. If the warm weather and the birds’ activities keep up as they have, we’ll be seeing ducklings in February, well before the official start of spring. Just more evidence of the new kind of Christmas we’ll have to get used to.

Here are a few more mallard photos from December:

Two mallard pairs after sunset in the southeast cove, Dec. 23

I love to see their synchronized trails in the water, Dec. 20

Mallard pair and their reflections on a misty day, Dec. 17

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Celebrating Christmas Week with Family from Far and Near

Two of our grandchildren have become regular observers of the wildlife at the lake (Dec. 21).

How fortunate we are this year to live very close to some members of our extended family, and to have been able to visit and be visited by more family who live farther away, even across the country in California. I recall fondly the weekly hour-long Zoom visits we maintained during the pandemic in 2020 and 2021. These were actually a cherished substitute for in-person relationships, but not the same as what we have now since we moved back to Virginia.

Not only do we live very near three families, but we’ve had in-person get-togethers at least twice this year with all our families from Virginia, New York, Georgia, and even California, most recently with some of them just last month.

Christmas Day with two of our local families

And now this Christmas week. We spent Christmas Day with two of our nearby families, and later this week with some of our children and grandchildren from Georgia and California.

One precious aspect of these visits, which the pandemic precluded, has been sharing meals. There is no substitute for cooking for those dear to you or being hosted by them for meals and conversation.

Sharing food and conversation at the Christmas Day party

Sharing breakfast with families from three states at a local restaurant, Dec. 29

Another scene from breakfast, with the Christmas tree, Dec. 29

Flashback! Many of the same folks at a holiday meal, but in 2014. Isn’t it great how we’ve grown up since then!

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The December 2023 Photo/Video Gallery: Citizens and Visitors in a Cool, Rainy Month

A Red-Shouldered Hawk scans the lake from atop a budding tulip tree in the north end woods, Dec. 15

One of our loyal Great Blue Herons searching for a meal on a rainy day, north end of lake, Dec. 26

A Song Sparrow amid dry teazle northwest of the lake, Dec. 26

A male Cardinal in a budding tulip tree in the mist below the north end dam, Dec. 24

A Carolina Wren singing and listening in a tree of heaven on the east bank, early morning, Dec. 24

Across the lake, our community and some downtown buildings at sunset, Dec. 23

On the west bank, a pair of grey Squirrels romp in maple leaves on a rainy afternoon, Dec. 26

Below the north end dam, a Crow wades through an icy patch in the Sugarland Run Branch outlet stream, Dec. 23

One of our visiting Bluebirds is lit by the early morning sun in a red maple, Dec. 23

A Great Blue Heron watches from atop a dead tree on the east bank, grey morning, Dec. 24

An impressionist rendering of a pair of House Sparrows on a branch along the southeast bank, Dec. 21

A mallard pair swims from mid lake to below the west bank, early morning, Dec. 23

A female Cardinal rests on a branch above the east bank, Dec. 23

A male Cardinal and a Carolina Wren in a bradford pear below the north end dam, Dec. 24

The Sugarland Run outlet branch burbles below the north end dam, Dec. 24

A Northern Mockingbird in dry pokeberry, north end, morning, Dec. 23

Another visitor: a Savannah Sparrow rests on a branch on the west bank, grey morning, Dec. 30

The flooded path on the east bank after an overnight storm inundates the lake, Dec. 18

A Dark-eyed Junco on the southwest path amid fallen leaves, Dec. 11, after morning snow has melted

Canada Geese, lit by the setting sun, take their daily sunset flight from our small lake, Dec. 18

Finally, wherever your travels might take you, here’s to a joyful, adventurous New Year!