In the Right Place: Awareness

Yesterday, I was hidden behind a curtain of cattail leaves at our pond, which is at the base of our sloping North Field. I was after wood duck, but saw only one bedraggled mallard within three hours. However, just as I decided to pack up and leave, our smallest and cutest white-tailed deer fawn came dancing down the hill with his mother about 30 feet behind. (Sex assumed.)

He occasionally would rest and casually look around. She seemed annoyed that he wouldn’t stay close.

They were not aware of my presence at first; they often were in their iconic head-down nibbling position in the uncut vegetation. The fawn’s fading camouflage spots seemed still able to break up his shape a bit among the Queen Anne’s lace and emerging daisy fleabane. The doe’s coat was starting to thicken and turn winter gray.

As soon as I clicked my first “shoot,” Mom’s ears went up and she assumed her frozen alert position. By the second shot, both mother’s and son’s ears and eyes were focusing in my direction. After several quick shots and Mom’s snort, they were gone. They probably never saw me.

Deer don’t see as well as we do during the day, but they have a much wider field of vision (less of a blind spot) and they see better at night, when it’s more important. Deer hear sounds around them much better than we do, especially low frequencies. Those huge, sound-scooping, swiveling ears are very good direction-finding devices. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Troubles

Here, we’re in Naskeag Harbor yesterday afternoon, as fishing vessels come to and go from the bait hut where fishermen can buy bait and fuel going out and sell their lobster catch coming back:

These are troubled times for the fishermen, some of whom are pulling their traps out of the water and getting ready to end their season early. Here’s the Fishing Vessel Ghost pulling its traps in Great Cove on Thursday (August 20):

The Maine lobster industry has been caught in a confluence of adverse consequences. It got damaged by China’s tariff retaliation to President Trump’s trade war with that large lobster customer. (Last month, President Trump promised a bailout for the fishermen, but it has not materialized as far as we can tell.)

The Covid 19 plague has depleted restaurant and cruise ship businesses, where lobster was a popular dish. Warming Maine waters have provoked many lobsters to move out from coastal territories to colder, deeper seas. And, on the horizon, additional fishing restrictions to protect right whales likely will go into effect soon.

Fishing for a livelihood is not easy, but it is picturesque:

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Farewell Flowers

Black-Eyed Susans are at their peak here, both the cultivated ones in the gardens and the wild ones in the fields. There are at least 30 species of Black-Eyed Susans, all native to North America and part of the Rudbeckia genus in the sunflower family. The cultivated ones shown here are R. fulgida var sullivantii (first two images taken August 18, last image taken yesterday):

The wild ones shown here is Rudbeckia hirta, we believe (Images taken yesterday):

Why call a flower Black-Eyed Susan when no one has black eyes (other than the punched variety)? The origin of the flower’s name reportedly is the ballad “Sweet William’s Farewell to Black-Eyed Susan.” It was written about 1720 by English poet John Gay, who apparently was not an ophthalmologist. It’s a farewell song to Susan, who probably had dark brown eyes, as do the beautiful flowers named after her. Perhaps we should consider these flowers as her farewell to summer. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Osprey Nest Report 13

This may be our last installment in the weekly saga of Ozzie and Harriet, the ospreys that raised three youngsters here this summer. These parents have done a very good job. As you may remember, we’ve named their youngsters David, Ricky, and Lucy, in birth (and size) order for identification. All of the youngsters have fledged and Ricky has disappeared.

We haven’t seen much of Ozzie this week, but Harriet, David, and Lucy have been flying nearby and regularly returning to the nest or to nearby treetops. The image here shows David having difficulties emulating his parents’ ability to balance on the top of a high spruce near the nest.

David and Lucy are spending a lot of time flying and learning to fish. We haven’t seen either one catch a fish yet, but we’re not watching for extended periods anymore and they often fly far from the shore to fish in Eggemoggin Reach.

The youngsters frequently (but not always) return to the nest when one of their parents brings a fresh fish home. Below, we see Lucy who has just landed in the nest after her mother appeared there.

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Strange Thought Department

This fisherman’s truck and boat trailer were in a priority parking space at Naskeag Harbor on Tuesday (August 18).

These vehicles are fairly typical of those that you’ll see scattered around that Harbor and other small fishing ports around here that don’t have the facilities to tie up small boats that take fishermen (male and female) to their vessels.

Usually, the fishermen come to our Harbor in trucks or other vehicles that pull a small outboard motored boat on a trailer; the trailer is backed into the water; the boat floated off; the fishermen climb into the boat, and motor out to their fishing vessel. The process is reversed when they come ashore.

Seeing this truck “in nature” provoked a strange thought and a little unreliable research relating to painters who are famous for portraying fishermen and their environment, from Winslow Homer, to Marsden Hartley, to the present generation. I couldn’t find in their works any portrayals of vehicles used by fishermen to get to their boats and come back home after work, except maybe one painting.

That possible exception was a painting by the self-taught Mainer Philip Barter titled “West Bros. Lobster Co.” It showed many things on and near the named Company’s pier at which a fishing vessel was off-loading fish. Nearby, there was an old truck filled with old-fashioned wooden lobster traps.

Perhaps many artists consider such things as trucks distractions from the beauty of the coast or maybe they’re too hard to portray, but they certainly are not out of place in reality. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Down East Fawn Report

It seems to have been a good spring and summer for White-Tailed Deer fawns here. The ones that we’ve seen seem large and healthy, which are two of the keys to their survival in the winter. This one, seen on Monday (August 17), is a good example:

She is still traveling with her mother, but roaming at a fairly large distances.  Here’s her Mom watching her:

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Lucky Varmint

You’re looking at the business end of a varmint that no one should be this close to. However, he crossed our path in a parking lot yesterday without so much as a “pardon me” and we quickly gave way.

Yes, this is a Porcupine’s rear end, not the most beautiful thing that you’ll see today. These animals have front ends that are much more interesting and some even think they are cute:  

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Nonetheless, we and many others feel that Porcupines are detestable.  The State of Maine hunting regulations allow them to be shot on sight without limit, anytime. They kill valuable trees, there are too many of them, and they provide no human benefit. When threatened, they attack with amazingly fast swats of their tails, which contain thousands of loosely fitted barbed quills. (They don’t “throw” quills.) The result of a Porcupine attack can be misery for a dog, cow, horse, or (rarely) human.

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The only effective natural control of these quilled animals seems to be Fishers, which are large weasels that appear to be in short supply here these days. A Fisher (sometimes called a Fisher Cat) will circle the Porcupine until the spiny prey gets confused and/or dizzy. Then, the Fisher will leap in front of the varmint and bite it in its non-quilled face and forehead, often piercing the brain and virtually always stunning the porcupine so that its soft stomach can be attacked.

We confess that we are Porcupine haters and were aware of the Fisher’s successful face-biting technique when this Porcupine rudely brushed us aside yesterday. However, we decided that it would be inappropriate for us to use the Fisher technique in a public parking lot where children were running around. Lucky for that Porcupine. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Prize

The image here, taken last week, is of the only plum produced by our plum tree this year. There is nothing wrong with our tree. It’s a flowering plum tree, not a fruiting one.

In the spring, flowering plums produce gorgeous masses of flowers that are made even more beautiful by the trees’ purple leaves:

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Flowering plums produce few, if any, plums in the summer; they give their all in spring. But, when they do produce a plum, it often is considered to be a prize plum.

Plum trees were domesticated and cultivated into various types in China more than 2,000 years ago and eventually spread through Asia Minor and Europe with considerable help from the Romans. Our flowering version originally was a European version. It’s scientific binomial is Prunus cerasifera, but it’s usually marketed in the United States as a “Thundercloud Flowering Plum.” Here’s another image of our tree during this spring:

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(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Mental Health

We have a triangular sandspit in Brooklin that is not quite a sandbar. It’s the “point” of Naskeag Point at Naskeag Harbor. The sand is gravely and almost disappears at very high tides. Yet, in summer, it’s “the beach” to some residents and the occasional visitor. There’s plenty of room there to take masks off and not worry about the plague and other people.

The view at the Point is of beautiful Maine coastal islands, interesting fishing vessels, and flotillas of colorful kayaks going out or coming in. The water temperature can be too chilly for many swimmers, but foot-dipping there while sunbathing can be a pleasing yin-yang experience.

Being at the right beach reportedly can have significantly good effects on mental health – the effects of the soothing sound of waves, the tingle of toes in the water or sand, and skin being washed by fresh, salty breezes and warming sun. These can bring “mental balance” in troubled times, according to some studies. Of course, protection from too much sun is needed, and we’re not talking about beaches that attract ant-like humans who have a swarming instinct.

We’re talking about a place where you can open yourself and let the elements in to do some brain cleaning (which we imagine to be the case in the first image) or to go the other way and get lost in deep thought as a salty breeze sweeps over you (which we imagine is happening in the second image). Both images were taken this month, but on different days. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Stalking Sky Animals

Yesterday was one of those iconic summer days here: air clear as a good spring water; heat as dry as a Phoenix bake-off, but mitigated well by gusts of Maine northwest sea breezes, and – best of all – plenty of big, find-an-animal clouds in a bright blue sky.

Those puffy clouds are cumulus clouds that often float as low as 3,000 feet or so above our fields of clouds, Queen Anne’s Lace. The clouds’ name derives from the Latin word “cumulo,” meaning “pile” or ‘heap.” When driving or walking back from the sea on the WoodenBoat School campus, the clouds make you feel as if you’re ascending:

When these clouds build big cauliflower tops, they’re called cumulus congestus for obvious reasons. If they continue to grow upward into giant darkening formations, watch out. Those are lightning and thunderstorm factories called cumulonimbus clouds, “nimbus” being Latin for “dark cloud.” (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Summer Peace

This image appeared yesterday in our monthly column in the Ellsworth American. Click on the image to enlarge it. To read the column, click here: http://www.5backroad.com/montly-column

In the Right Place: Land of the Free

Here, we see a first-generation American being born yesterday under a milkweed leaf. This Monarch Butterfly has just squeezed out of her chrysalis and felt her folded wings slowly straighten out like inflatable objects.

Now, she occasionally opens those fully formed wings and then slowly closes them to get the juices flowing. Within 15 minutes she will have the strength to instinctively try her first flight. It will be awkward; but, within an hour, she’ll be flying well. Then, she’ll be sipping her first taste of nectar while pollinating flowers, no longer a caterpillar chewing leaves while pooping.

At the same time that we’re seeing this new and pristine citizen trying to catch her breath in the shadows, we see her worn relative three feet away flitting from zinnia to zinnia in the open sunlight.  See above. This old, undocumented relative apparently migrated here without a passport and helped produce some of the first American Monarchs of the year. (Brooklin, Maine)

[Special thanks go to neighbor Sherry Streeter, whose garden and milkweed plantings are butterfly favorites.]

In the Right Place: Osprey Nest Report 12

A lot has happened since last week at this time, and it’s been good and bad. The bad: Ricky, the first Osprey nestling to fledge, has disappeared. How he’ll exist is a mystery. The good: Ricky’s siblings, David and Lucy, have fledged and are flying gleefully all around the Great Cove area, shouting with joy over the discovery of what they were meant to do. They seem to still consider their nest home and have been returning to it. Here’s David beginning one of his test flights at fairly close range (if you have a big lens):

Lucy, the youngest and smallest, seems to follow David when she can; she also begs when he sneaks away alone. Here’s Lucy practicing a landing from on-high:

Their takeoffs and landings in the nest aren’t precise yet, which can cause scrambles and head-to-head confrontations.

Their landings on branches often are comically awkward, especially when they get caught in a spruce tree or try to balance on a bouncing thin branch and must keep their wings out for stability.

We haven’t seen either sibling trying to fish yet, but we expect that any day. (Researchers have concluded that Ospreys are not taught to fish by their parents; they hunt instinctively like most, if not all, raptors.) While they’re getting up the nerve to fish, their parents do it for them, slapping down a wriggling fish into the nest on a regular basis.

Those parents, Ozzie and Harriet, don’t spend much time on the nest now, but Harriet usually is visibly nearby, sometimes circling the nest:

Ozzie usually is the one that delivers fresh fish to the nest, but he often acts as a sentinel, sitting in a nearby spruce top and warning other raptors that come too close of the family’s air space:

While the youngsters are almost as large as their parents, it is easy to tell the juvenile Ospreys (white-patterned backs and bronze eyes) from the adults (non-patterned backs and yellow eyes). The next step is for the youngsters to learn to fish, then they’ll be ready to migrate south in September. (Brooklin, Maine).

In the Right Place: Sinking Feelings

This mystery within a mystery came motoring through Great Cove on Sunday (August 9). At first, it appeared to be a Danish fishing vessel that was seriously off course. But, the name and home port listed on her rounded stern were “Lively Heels” from “Freedom, Me.”

A little research revealed that Lively Heels is a 1976 Fisher 30 [-foot long] Pilothouse Ketch with a history. The designs of these Ketches were inspired by Danish fishing vessels, but the boats were marketed as yachts, sometime luxurious ones inside. They reportedly are good “motorsailers.”

Lively Heels sunk in the Hudson River in 2007 or 2008, according to one of her prior owners. She was salvaged and restored, as you can see. We’re still working on what, if anything, she does in Freedom, Maine.

Freedom is a great small town with a world-famous restaurant, but it’s not on the coast and we’re not aware of any reasonably deep water there. (Sandy Pond borders Freedom, and is, at its deepest, 11 feet in spots, according to Town reports.) Maybe somebody out there knows more. (Brooklin, Maine) See also the image in the first Comment space.

In the Right Place: Petal Power

August is a good time to cut flowers and arrange them for decoration of the house. This is not an original thought. The Egyptians reportedly were arranging cut flowers in vases for decorating and transforming living spaces as early as 2,500 BC. The Greeks and Romans also used flowers for such purposes, but they apparently created wreaths and garlands out of them most of the time, rather than display them in vases. The ancient and current  idea seems to be that transforming living spaces with the fragile beauty of flowers – bringing part of the outside in -- can transform living, itself.

Above, we see two of Barbara’s current house arrangements. From the fields, there are Black-Eyed Susans, Queen Anne’s Lace, and Tansy; mixed in from the garden, there are Bee Balm, Echinacea, Heliopsis, Hydrangea, Liatris,  Ox-Eye Daisy, and Yarrow. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Strangers

Here you see an uncommon sight that looks like a mushroom or other fungus, but it is not. It’s commonly known as a Ghost Plant (or Ghost Pipe), Indian Pipe, or Corpse Plant and its scientific binomial is Monotropa uniflora. It’s uncommon because it often only appears in darker areas of the woods after a dry period has had its first rainfalls, although this image was taken yesterday in a sunlit area of the woods..

It is white-gray because it contains no chlorophyll, unlike most plants. Thus, it can’t obtain energy from the sun, so it indirectly steals energy from trees. That is, it is a parasitical host to fungi that symbiotically get energy from trees. Because it doesn’t need sunlight, it often appears in darker areas of the woods.

Special thanks to excellent photographer Werner Gantz for pointing this plant out. (Brooklin Maine) Click on image to enlarge it.

In the Right Place: Giving Bows

Here you see Martha being sailed in Great Cove by her owner, Rich Hilsinger, on August 1. That is, you’re looking at two legends.

All we need to say about Rich now is that he has been the able Director of the WoodenBoat School here since 1990 and has had an otherwise memorable life.

Martha’s story is esoteric. She’s a 20-foot Crocker Pocket Cruiser, a type of vessel described below. She was designed and built in 1960 by famed naval architect Joel White and apparently is named after his daughter. To understand the rest, we have to begin at the end.

She’s a “Cruiser,” which is a boat that sails on trips of multiple days, not a “daysailer.” Among other things, cruisers usually have at least one berth to sleep in, a stove to cook on, and a head (toilet) to sit on.

Martha also is a “Pocket Cruiser.” That is, she has all of the above attributes, but she’s miniaturized: less than 30 feet in length with necessarily well-designed space. (Think of pocket knives, pocket watches, and pocket battleships.)

Finally, she’s a “Crocker Pocket Cruiser.” That is, she apparently was inspired by the designs of naval architect Samuel Sturgis Crocker, who specialized in small and stout cutters. Take another look at Martha’s bow and then give her and Rich a bow. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the RIght Place: Signs of Fall

Our Viburnums are fun to watch. In the spring and early summer, they produce a profusion of of white flowers in double rows (double files):.

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Now, the cores of those flowers are turning to red berries, as you can see in this image taken yesterday:

The berries will mature in the fall into beautiful fall and winter bird food; the green leaves will turn the color of magenta mixed with dark red wine before they meet their destiny. It’s a good way to go:

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There are somewhere between 150 and 175 species in the Viburnum genus, according to what we’ve read. Our plants are Mariesii Viburnums, named after19th Century English Botanist Charles Maries who is knopwn for his plant collecting in Asia. (For the scientifically oriented: our plants apparently are the tomentosum form of Viburnum plicatum.) They do well in Down East Maine. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Osprey Nest Report 11

Big news this week: Here you see Ricky starting to helicopter off and above the nest yesterday; he loved it so much that he practiced most of the morning in a brisk southwesterly breeze.

He sometimes achieved a height of about 25 feet above the nest. His mother, Harriet, seemed unimpressed, but his siblings, David and Lucy, paid close attention.

It wasn’t always smooth going, especially his landings into a nest filled with his scurrying family.

 In fact, it got so bad – his big wings flapping to take off and his sharp talons coming down – that Harriet left the nest for long periods. She returned once with some sod for a little home decorating.

Below you see David and Lucy with Harriet on the right. (Note the bronze-colored eyes on the youngsters and the yellow eyes of their mother — one of the ways to tell juveniles from adults when the youngsters get as big as their parents.)

Ozzie, his father, flew by once and apparently decided that he wasn’t going to try to land in the nest while it was an emergency landing zone. The family did not get excited when they saw him, probably because it wasn’t lunch time yet.

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Bombing

A female Belted Kingfisher has been fishing alone in our corner of Great Cove and divebombs anyone who comes close. She also curses loudly.  We had one last year with a similar temperament in the same area.  

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The sloped banks of the Cove contain some good nesting areas for Kingfishers, which lodge and give birth in earthen tunnels.

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Pairs of these birds reportedly are monogamous in the summer, but we have not seen a male there this year or last. In Maine, Kingfishers reportedly breed only once a year in April or May, compared to twice in some lower latitudes. Their young (if any) should be independent now.

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Females have relatively thin rusty belts across their breasts, with white feathers beneath; males have a large “vest” of rusty feathers on their breasts without any white feathers beneath. (Brooklin, Maine)