Showing posts with label mixed woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mixed woods. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Home-grown curtain

The forests in this area are of three general types: mostly evergreens, hemlock, cedars, and Douglas firs, with a smattering of red alders around the edges; mixed deciduous and evergreens, with the deciduous trees mostly red alders and big-leaf maples; and lower wooded areas, near rivers, where shrubs such as elderberry, salmonberry, wild roses, flowering currant, and  Pacific ninebark cover a large proportion of  the ground. Baikie Island is one of those last. Around the edges of the island at this time of year, it's all bare stems, some bearing the first tiny leaf buds.

A robin perched in the middle of one of these "clear" spaces and sat watching me for a while.

A curtain of mixed shrubs, with the slough and the far bank visible behind them. Next month, a dense crop of leaves will create an impenetrable wall.

The same photo, cropped. The robin looks fat and sleek. There's good eating in the leaf litter under those bare stems.

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Los bosques de esta isla se pueden categorizar como pertenecientes a uno de tres variedades: primero, bosques de árboles de hoja perenne, los abetos (Tsuga sp.), los abetos de Douglas (Pseudotsuga menziesii) y los cedros, con algunos alisos rojos en las orillas donde les llega el sol; bosque mixto de coníferas y árboles de hoja caduca, mayormente los alisos rojos y los arces de hoja-grande; y en las partes bajas, cerca de los rios, una multitud de arbustos nativos, los saúcos rojos, salmonberry (Rubus spectabilis), rosas silvestres, grosellero rojo, y ninebark (Physocarpus capitatus) cubren gran parte del terreno. La isla Baikie es uno de estos últimos. En esta temporada del año la luz penetra entre un encaje de tallos desnudos, algunos con los primeros brotes pequeños de las hojas de primavera.

Un petirrojo se detuvo en el centro de uno de estos epacios "abiertos" y se quedó mirándome por un rato.

  1. Los tallos de arbustos hacen un cortina ligera, permitiendo ver el agua de la laguna y la orilla del otro lado. El mes que entra, se llenarán de hojas, formando una pared impenetrable.
  2. La misma foto, cortado para ver el petirrojo, sano y gordito. Encuentra buena cantidad de alimentación entre las hojas muertas en el suelo.


Saturday, September 23, 2023

Unexpected mushrooms

The tail end of summer. Or the beginning of fall. Edge weather. The trees still carry green leaves, but at their feet the first brown and orange leaves crunch under our feet, filling the air with their spicy scent.

The ground is still dry. We've had a few days of rain, but it has soaked in quickly. I didn't expect to see mushrooms.

Mushroom on a stick

This broken stick was lying among a scattering of dying grasses and fallen branches. It's a couple of cm. across.

Side view, same mushroom

And underside. It has pores, not gills.

I looked through my book for small, dry, pored mushrooms, with depressed caps, growing on wood. It's not there. I found it on iNaturalist: it's a Bay Polypore, Picipus badius. Here's a photo of a look-alike found just south of here, in Nanaimo.

A bit further on there were two mushrooms, the same size, but growing on the soil. And they have gills.

Beige mushrooms with a yellow border on the cap.

And gills. This shot taken on my shoe, for contrast.

The trail. The woods are a mix of alder, big-leaf maple, and evergreens such as Douglas-fir.

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Estamos a fines de verano. O a principios de otoño. Tiempo de cambios. Los árboles de hoja caduca todavía llevan sus hojas verdes, pero en el suelo a sus pies, hojas de colores de café o anaranjadas crujen bajo nuestros pies, llenando el aire de su aroma.

El suelo sigue seco. Ha llovido un poco, pero la tierra sigue seca. No esperaba encontrar hongos.

Fotos:
  1. Un honguito creciendo en un palo. Estaba entre un lio de hierbas secas y ramitas caídas. Este palito mide como 2 cm de diámetro.
  2. Visto desde el lado.
  3. Y desde abajo. El hongo tiene poros; es un políporo. Busqué en mi libro guia por un hongo pequeño, seco, con el sombrerillo concavo, con poros, creciendo en madera. No lo encontré, pero aparece en el sitio iNaturalist. Es un Políporo de la Bahía, Picipes badius. Aquí (haz clic) hay una foto de uno hallado cerca de aquí, en Nanaimo.
  4. Un poco más adelante, encontré dos honguitos del mismo tamaño; estos crecían en la tierra y tienen agallas. Son de color crema, pero tienen un borde amarillo.
  5. Uno de estos, de cabeza para mostrar las agallas. En mi zapato, para dar contraste.
  6. Y el camino. Es un bosque mixto, con alisos, arce de hoja grande, y árboles de hoja perenne, como el abeto de Douglas.


Thursday, July 13, 2023

Under a green sky

What a difference a change of season makes! Even here, with our mild climate, winter and summer. Walking in mixed woods, down a trail I last saw in the winter; a heavily-logged off area, in recovery, with young trees; I was hard put to find landmarks I had noticed before. Back then, the light was greyish; the deciduous trees, mostly alders, were bare and everything overhead was outlined in black and white. The ground, though, was green with moss and the evergreen Oregon grapes. Ghostly green lichens covered damp stumps.

Now, in the summer, the colours are reversed. The green is overhead; the sunlight looks yellow and highlights every branch. But on the ground, I looked and looked for the stumps I had photographed in the winter. I think I found one. Can't be sure. All the stumps are brown and dry now; so is the moss, shrivelled and crispy-looking. The Oregon grapes stay the same.

A healthy forest includes a mix of living and dead trees; in an older forest, the dead trees lie on the ground (mostly), rotting away, providing nutrients for their kin, and for the shrubbery in the understory, the mosses and lichens and fungi. Here, in this young forest, the dead alders, still barely sticks, are still upright, but fall over with a gentle push. The branches that cross the path are easily snapped off. The evergreens are tougher material; tangles of dead branches line the trunks, but far overhead, there are still green needles.

Some of the dead or dying pines wear marble- to golf ball-sized hard lumps.

Western gall rust, Endocromartium harknessii on Lodgepole pine.

These lumps are caused by a fungal infection that affects pines. The spores are yellow, produced in the spring. These ones are old, spent. I brought a couple home; they're hard as stones, and I wasn't able to cut them open. Maybe if I'd slammed them with a big hammer they would have shattered, but I was looking to see if they had harboured larvae, and that would have destroyed their tunnels and exit holes. As it was, though, there were no exit holes, and on FieldNaturalists of Van.I, they identified them as the gall rust; no larvae needed.

Gall formation is typically not detrimental to old trees, but has been known to kill younger, less stable saplings. (Wikipedia)
A few more finds from that walk:

Moss and scars on alder trunks.

A mushroom sprouting from a punk wood log at the bottom of a ravine.

And nearby, in the shade, a trillium ripening its seed.

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¡Cuanta diferencia hace un cambio de estación! Aun aquí, en nuestro clima tan templado, verano e invierno. Caminando en un bosque mixto, en un sendero que vi por última vez a mediados de invierno, (un sitio donde talaron el bosque varias veces, y que ahora se está recuperando) me costó trabajo hallar puntos de referencia que había notado en el invierno. Entonces, la luz era un blanco con tonos de gris y los árboles de hoja caduca, por la mayor parte siendo alisos, portaban puras ramas desnudas, y todo lo que se veía arriba estaba delineado en blanco y negro. En el suelo, al contrario, todo era verde, con musgos y helechos y el arbusto corto, uvas de Oregón. Líquenes en verdes pálidos, fantasmagóricos, cubrían los troncones cortados.

Ahora en verano, los colores se vuelven al reverso. Lo verde está arriba; la luz del sol se ve amarilla y delinea cada rama. Pero abajo, en el suelo, busqué los troncos que en invierno se cubrían de musgos de verde brillante. Busqué y tal vez encontré uno; no puedo estar segura. Todo está seco y color café ahora y el musgo está como tostado. Las uvas de Oregón (mahomia) no cambian.

Un bosque sano incluye una mezcla de árboles vivos y muertos; en un bosque viejo, los muertos reposan sobre la tierra, sirviendo de sostén y alimento a los vivos, y a los poblantes del sotobosque, los musgos, los arbustos, los hongos y líquenes. Aquí en un bosque joven los alisos muertos, todavía delgados, se mantienen de pie pero caen con un simple empujón. Las ramas secas que cruzan el sendero se pueden romper con una mano. Los pinos son más fuertes y ramas muertas enredadas envuelven los troncos, pero allá arriba, se ven las copas verdes.

Algunos de los pinos muertos, o tal vez al borde de la muerte, llevan unas pelotitas del tamaño de una canica al de una pelota de golf.

Foto: rama muerta de Pinus contorta con las masas.

Las masas, o roya de los pinos son producto de una infección fúngica de pinos, causada por el hongo Endocronartium harknessii. Producen esporas amarillas en la primavera. Estas ya están muertas. Llevé unas a casa y traté de abrirlas, buscando larvas o los agujeros que dejan los insectos al salir. No las pude romper ni cortar. Tal vez con un golpazo de martillo se podría, pero eso destruiría las señas que buscaba. Pero al fin de cuentas, no vi agujeros, y en el sitio Naturalistas de la Isla de Vancouver, me las identificaron como estas agallas. No habría larvas de todas maneras.

"La formación de agallas típicamente no daña a árboles maduros, pero se ha visto que matara a los arbolitos juveniles, aun menos fuertes." (Wikipedia)
Otras cosas vistas por el camino:

Fotos:
  1. Musgos y cicatrices sobre el tronco de un aliso.
  2. Un hongo creciendo en madera bien podrida, al fondo de un pequeño barranco.
  3. Y a su lado, un trillium madurando sus semillas.

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Twilight at Black Creek

It had been a cool, grey day; not raining, but likely to at any moment. I was busy, and not able to get out until after 7:30. But sunset doesn't come until after 9 these days, so I grabbed the camera and went out. Towards the south, a gap in the clouds allowed a few rays of sunlight to warm the trees; I headed that way. But as I went, the light moved south and south again, and then went out.

I found myself near Miracle Beach, passing a trailhead on Black Creek. I parked and went into the bush.

If the light was blue-grey out in the open, here under the trees it was twilight already. A green twilight.

Greens and browns. Present and visible here: evergreen trees (Douglas-fir, cedar), Big-leaf maple, red elderberry, thimbleberry, salmonberry, Vanilla leaf, evergreen ferns, huckleberry, mosses, Ocean spray (white patches in the distance, behind the trees). Not visible, but present; foam flower, salal, polypores.

The trails wind through the bush down Black Creek, connecting with Miracle Beach, the campsite, and two parking lots. When I came to the first parking lot, I turned back; it was already getting dark.

Red-belted polypore. I had to use flash for this; in the dark, it was a greyish blob.

Salal flowers.

At one point, the trail led underneath a canopy of Ocean spray. I'm short, and I had to dodge this one, at face height. Flash used.

In a dark corner on top of a stump, a brown and black mushroom, looking a bit the worse for wear. Flash, of course.

And on a future nurse stump, two baby evergreens in a blanket of moss.

Mossy snag. Out in the open, as I crossed the road to the second section of the trails. I still needed the flash.

8:49 PM. More moss. I call this a "zoo tree". I see mossy critters everywhere: a rabbit, a gopher, a frog, a sleeping sloth, a bird face, a big snake winding itself around the trunk.

A tree ladder, the lowest rung too high to reach. Why?

Black Creek. A wide spot; at other places, it's a trickle under a bed of ferns and fallen trees. From the road in, not the trails.

The rain started as I returned to the car. Just in time.

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