A bit of colour on a rainy afternoon.
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| Last leaves on the tree, and some leaf-sized sparrows. |
Nature notes and photos from BC, Canada, mostly in the Lower Fraser Valley, Bella Coola, and Vancouver Island.
The sun was warm, the wind was cool, salt-scented. Wavelets whispered on the rocks. A flock of peeps flew by, peeping loudly. In the distance a mixed flock of shorebirds idled, some on the rocks, sleeping or preening; wigeons and mallards in the water nibbled on shredded sea lettuce. When I walked towards them, ever so slowly, all the gulls and turnstones pulled up stakes and moved farther away. So I gave up and sat on a log; the gulls went back to sleep.
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| Gulls, black turnstones, and a pair of wigeons. |
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| More wigeons. Males have the white cap and the wide green stripe on the back of their heads. |
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| A wigeon couple. |
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| Gull and turnstone showing off their wings. |
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| A line of beakless gulls. |
Views from the shore:
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| Log pile |
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| Sandstone "patties". Underwater at high tide. |
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| Logs, pebbly beach, Quadra Island across the water, and mainland mountains. |
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Unas vistas desde la playa.
Mallards are good-looking birds, and the males, in season, are brightly coloured. Their orange feet, though, are usually underwater; by some odd chance all the mallard photos I took the other day had them showing off the feet, too.
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| Male, sleeping. |
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| Another male, awake. |
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| Two males, one female, caught in flight. Showing off those purple speculums, too. |
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| Coming in to land, they look awkward, almost standing upright in the air. It works. |
I met a crow on the beach.
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| Hi, there! |
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| I see something interesting! |
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| A shell! Looks empty, but maybe there's a hermit hiding inside. |
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| That feels good! |
Another shore, another day. The tide was almost in, but one rock was still dry, except for a shallow pool on the flat top. A couple of centimetres deep, a double hands'-breadth across, under clear water. With tiny anemones and hundreds of shelly critters.
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| Pink-tipped green anemones, mussels, barnacles, limpets, and snails. And fragements of green and red algae. |
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| More of the same. Something swam past; too tiny, too fast to see clearly. |
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| Barnacles mostly closed against the sunlight. Or maybe having noticed my shadow. |
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| The barnacles are small, and they have tiny, tiniest baby barnacles, too. Look at the lower edge of the one in the centre. |
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| On top of the rock, out of the pool, periwinkle snails shelter from the heat in pits in the soft rock. |
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| One double pit. Some of these snail shells may hold hermit crabs. |
Birds, next.
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Otra playa, otro dia ... La marea estaba casi a su nivel máximo, pero quedaba una roca fuera del agua, aparte de un pocito encima, un pocito con apenas unos dos centímetros de agua y tal vez 30 cm. de diámetro. En el agua se congregaban anémonas miniaturas y cientos de animalitos dentro de sus conchas protectoras.
Before I was caught by those first red mushrooms, I had stopped at the end of Brown's Bay to look at water and rocks; blue-grey photos on a blue-grey afternoon, to contrast with the bright maple leaves on the hills. Well, not quite all grey; colour did sneak in here, too.
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| Viewing platform at the south end of Brown's Bay. End of the road. The hills are on Quadra Island. |
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| Rocks at the end of the Bay. |
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| More of those rocks. |
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| A floating patch of bull kelp. |
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| Colour comes back. Canada Coast Guard boat; Sir John Franklin, Offshore Fishery Science Vessel, carrying oceanographic labs. |
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| The end of the end of the bay. The forest grows on a thin skin of soil atop the rock. |
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| Mid-tide. Underwater, the rocks exposed at low tide are visible. No barnacles here, either. |
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| Fishing boats on the far shore. The moss covering the rocks is yellow after a dry summer. |
Antes de que me distrajeron esos hongos rojos, me había estacionado donde termina el camino en Brown's Bay para mirar las rocas y el agua. Pensaba sacar fotos en los colores típicos de esta temporada; gris, con un poco de azul grisaceo. Harían buen contraste con los colores de los arces de hoja grande en el bosque. Bueno; no todo era gris; siempre hay algo para alegrar la vista.
1. La plataforma final, desde las rocas al sur. Con la isla Quadra al otro lado del estrecho.
2. Rocas que se extienden al agua.
3. Y más rocas.
Estas rocas siempre me fascinan. Trato de imaginar las fuerzas que las formaron durante cientos de milenios; como brotaron, burbujeando, naciendo de la lava que bailaba, hervía, y se volvía piedra. Que después las esculpían, rallando y mordiendo y rompiéndolas, añadiendo piedras ajenas, traídas desde las cimas de las montañas, piedras pálidas que se destacan contra la roca base, en tonos de verde y café oscuro, Y luego, como las corrientes bulliciosas del oceano las azotan con tanta fuerza que aun después de todos esos siglos, no han logrado establecerse ni bálanos, ni mejillones, ni ostiones. La roca permance tan limpia hoy como cuando se formó. Apenas hay una que otra lapa atrevida; muy pocas.
4. Quelpo flotando en la superficie.
5. Un barco de la Guardia Costera Canadiense, Sir John Franklin, un buque científico, estudiando la pesquería, llevando a bordo un laboratorio oceanográfico.
6. El bosque crece sobre una capa delgada de tierra sobre roca limpia.
7. Se ve en el fondo la roca que se expone a marea baja. No hay animales aquí tampoco.
8. Barquitos pesquero en la costa opuesta. El musgo que cubre las rocas es amarillo ahora después de un verano seco.
And yet more mushrooms from that hillside over Brown's Bay; these are all LBMs (Little Brown Mushrooms):
These first 4 photos are all, I think, of the same species, Hypholoma fasciculare, or maybe H. capnoides. The descriptions in the guide are almost identical. I've arranged the photos, more or less, in order of maturity; they flatten out and darken as they age.
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| These mushrooms grow in clumps on decaying conifer wood, sometimes buried. |
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| Yellow stems, darker at the base. |
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| "Fasciculare" in the species name means "bundled". |
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| These mushrooms leave a dark spore print. Here some of the dark stain can be seen on the gills. |
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| A loner, growing out of gravelly soil. Possibly a Deer mushroom, Pluteus cervinus group. LBM, anyhow. |
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| More of the habitat. Rotting wood, mosses (2 kinds here), dead needles, Douglas-fir sapling, huckleberry stems. |
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| Near the bottom of the hill, in deep shade. A fallen tree, exposing the shallow root system. Not much soil above the rock here. |
Las cuatro primeras fotos muestran, creo, hongos de una misma especie, Hypholoma fasciculare, o tal vez H. capnoides. Las descripciones que da el libro guía son casi idénticas. He ordenado las fotos en orden de su madurez; los hongos se aplanan y se oscurecen con la edad.
The forest was dim, dark green and reddish brown. Mushrooms provided other colours; pink, deep red, yellow, black, cream, and pure white.
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| Two different brittle-gills, Russula sp. |
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| Another of the pink Russulas. Slugs seem to love the white flesh. I hadn't seen the little black bud on the right; it's probably a Zeller's Bolete. |
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| A coral mushroom, Ramaria sp., maybe. |
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| Puffballs, edible at this stage, if you can beat the slugs to them. |
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| Boletus, Suillus lakei |
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| Zeller's Bolete, Xerocomellus sp. |
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| Mushoom habitat; the ground was a thin coat of spongy, damp duff over rock. The trees were mostly cedar and Douglas-fir. |
It was supposed to be a lazy afternoon. No hiking, just a few photos of water and trees and maybe a coffee at Brown's Bay if the restaurant was still open. (Yes, barely; they close for the season this week.) I wasn't even wearing proper bush-whacking shoes. But then, at the end of the road beside the last cabin, now shuttered for the winter, I found these:
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| Waxy cap, probably Witches' hat, Hygrocybe singeri group. |
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| Another, showing the blackening conical tip. |
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| Not sure if this is another, or a related species. |
These used to be known as Hygrocybe conica, but this turned out to be a group of similar species. The cap can be yellow or red or orange, blackening on the tip; the stem yellow to greenish, stripy. They grow in conifer or mixed forests; here, most of the trees were red cedars.
My new mushroom guide adds, "Broom and cat not included." Good to know.
I hadn't seen these mushrooms before, and there they were, a large patch of them. So I was trapped; the hillside trail opened up just beyond, and there were more mushrooms, pink and brown and white and black and yellow; more, and even more. I never got back for that coffee. I'm still processing photos; I'll post them, starting tomorrow.
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Iba a ser una tarde de descanso; no iba a seguir senderos difíciles, nada más una vuelta por la carretera para sacar una que otra foto de bosques y agua, y tal vez tomar un café en Brown's Bay si es que el restaurante seguía abierto. (Y si, apenas; cierran durante el invierno, empezando esta semana.) Ni siquiera llevaba zapatos adecuados para andar en el bosque.
Pero, llegando a la última cabaña, ahora envuelta en lona para protegerla contra el invierno, vi estos honguitos:
On a misty, grey, sunless afternoon, I took the northbound highway, checking out the yellows and oranges of the Big-leaf maples in their fall foliage. This view from is the sidehill above Brown's Bay.
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| Douglas-firs, red cedars, Big-leaf maples, and a few paler red alders. |
On the highway north of town I often stop to look out over Seymour Narrows again. This time, the currents were at their maximum, and the water was all stripy; blue and white stripes in constant motion, running east with the tide, (off to the left). Here the current runs south, bursting out of the 750 m. wide Narrows bottleneck, as if out of a fire hose, then turns abruptly east, building up turbulence as it goes. I tried to get a video, but without luck.
Just imagine, then; foreground grasses and leaves waving in the wind, and down below, white wave crests and their dark shadows all in a big hurry.
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| Vancouver Island on the left, Quadra on the right. Assorted islands straight ahead. |
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Saliendo del pueblo por la carretera al norte, me detengo frecuentemente para mirar el Estrecho Seymour otra vez; siempre vale la pena. El otro dia, las corrientes corrían a su velocidad máxima, y el agua parecía estar pintada con lineas azules y blancas, lineas en movimiento continuo y rápido, corriendo con la marea, hacia la izquierda. Aquí, la corriente surge de la boca del estrecho (750m.) como si escapara de una manguera contra incendios, luego da vuelta hacia el Este, lo que aumenta la turbulencia. Traté de grabar un video, pero no funcionó.
Imagínate, entonces; las hierbas en el primer planos sacudidos por el viento fuerte, y allá abajo, las crestas de las olas y sus sombras azules, corriendo, corriendo, apresuradas...