Back of the beaver pond

 I went for another walk around the beaver pond:

Lily pads and reflections.

The view from the highway. I keep hoping to see the beavers, but not so far. There are ducks, always, on the far side of the pond, and swarms of dragonflies and bluets.

Lily pads and floating pondweed, Potamogeton natans.

The pondweed has two distinct types of leaves: the floaters, oval and coppery-green; and the underwater leaves, which are long and thin, like grass.

Hardhack and bee.

Hardhack lines the shore, and the sides of the dike that crosses the pond. It likes wet feet.

I crossed the pond and followed a road that led up the hill, then down to the back side of the pond.

Just a road. Alders, evergreens, and fireweed.

In the bush, I saw movement. A round rump, blackish. Could have been a large deer, could have been a small bear. (It looked bearish to me) No worries; I wasn't bothering it, and it ambled off, behind a group of alders. I went on my way, quietly.

One of the bluets. A bit blurry; they don't stand still for long and the wind was blowing.

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Fui a visitar, otra vez, la laguna de los castores. Todavía no he visto ninguno de los animales, aunque siempre se ve que han estado trabajando en la madriguera. Pero siempre hay patos en la laguna, y una variedad de libélulas.

Las hojas flotantes grandes son de lirios de agua, y las hojas chicas son de potamogeton. Esta planta acuática tiene dos tipos de hojas; las flotantes tienen forma de óvalo y son de color cobre verdoso. Las hojas que permanecen bajo el agua son largas y verdes; parecen pasto.

Las spireas douglasii crecen alrededor de la laguna, siempre con las raices mojadas.

Crucé la laguna y seguí un camino que sube el cerro y luego baja hacia el borde opuesto de la laguna. En camino, entre los arbustos, vi un bulto oscuro; las ancas de un venado grande o un oso chico. Pronto desapareció tras los alisos. No había de que preocuparme; yo no le ofrecía ninguna molestia. Seguí mi camino tranquilamente, sin hacer ruido.

La última foto es de una de las libélulas, una de las muy pequeñas, muy azules, a las que llamamos "bluets".

The lodge in summer

The beaver lodge, that is.

Last March, I posted a photo of a beaver lodge I'd found near Echo Lake. I passed that way again today, and stopped to see how the family is doing. They've been working hard; the lodge is higher and wider and has new landscaping.

The lodge in its mini-lake. The pale yellowish flat area in back is all waterlilies.

Another view, from closer in. They've even got window boxes with plants!

For comparison: the lodge as it was 4 months ago.

Pond lily leaves and Floating-leaved pondweed.

Beavers are well-known for eating trees, both the wood and the juicy inner bark. But they vary their diet according to the season. In winter, it's trees. In the spring, they turn to newly-sprouting shrubs, and by summer, they're eating mainly soft vegetation. These pond lilies and the pondweed are a major part of their summer menu.

Red pondweed

Another forgotten photo, this one of an unidentified* pondweed for sale last August in our local nursery.

The large green leaf is an average waterlily, about a hand's breadth across. The pondweed leaflets are a bit larger than those of the wild pondweed we find in ditches around here.

*Update: it's Azola caroliniana, native to the east coast, all the way from Ontario to Argentina.
(Thanks, Bronwen!)

And I'm going to have to take another short break; I'm having some minor surgery on Friday. Nothing to worry about, but I'll be out of commission for a couple of days. I'll be back Monday.

Water lovers

The water was high in the Fraser River a couple of weeks ago, with some flooding in spots. The Coquitlam River flows into it, just a few metres down river from Colony Farm, which is all low-lying flood plain. When the Fraser floods, the water backs up here.At the exit from the parking lot beside the Kwikwetlem First Nations reserve (IR#1), we found a barricade and sign at our usual trail entrance: Flooded: Do Not Enter. It didn't look flooded; the path, at least, was dry. And while we wondered, a woman came around the bend from the "flooded" area. We asked her about it. "It's fine," she said, adding that the sign should have been taken down.

So we ignored the sign and headed down the trail. After a few bends, there were some muddy spots. And when I stepped, instead, into the grass, I found inch-deep water underneath.

We went on. A few more curves, and the muddy patches became puddles that eventually covered the whole path, inch-deep over stinky mud. Not exactly fine; we were glad to come to the bridge up to the dikes.

High water on the Coquitlam. The square box is a pumphouse.

Standing above the river, we could see that the water was still high, but had been higher; there was a grey layer of scum about 2 feet deep over the stems of the shrubs. And jammed up against the pilings, was a collection of debris and displaced pondweed.

Potamogeton natans, floating-leaved pondweed. The leaves come in two forms; those long, stringy things are the non-floating ones.

Leaves, detritus, and flowers. The flowers are inconspicuous, greenish yellow, and clustered on an erect stalk.

These plants are normally found in standing water, as in sloughs or ponds. The flooding, minor as it was, must have flushed them out of the old drainage ditches.

Beside the ditches, red elderberry is ripe for the picking.

Birds love these seedy fruits. They are edible for humans, but only cooked, and not especially palatable, although they are reputed to make good jams and jellies. Long ago, they were a staple food for native peoples.

But birds do love them. Even chickens; when my daughter had a couple dozen, I used to harvest the berries for them, for the fun of seeing them chase madly all over the place, trying to steal each others' treats.

Orange elderberries. I have never seen these before.

Black hawthorn, the native hawthorn. It is found often on old farm sites, especially along streams.

At this time of year, it seems that the dominant colour for flowers is pink, from native hardhack (alongside the river in the top photo) and lathyrus to stunning invasives:

A lathryus, probably purple peavine.

The noxious Policeman's helmet, Impatiens glandulifera. Notice the glowing seed pods.

A pale pink and white variety.

This plant is an escapee from gardens, and has become a worrisome invader. It grows up to ten feet tall, along streams or riversides. (Along the trail at the edge of Burns Bog, they stand with their feet in the shallow creek.) They overshadow native plants, starving them of light and nutrition, and will eventually drive them out altogether.

And those gorgeous seed pods are explosive. When they are ripe, the merest touch will make them pop open and eject the seeds, all 800 of them, up to 20 feet away. The seeds will sprout in soil or even underwater, and can survive up to 2 years, until conditions are right. Ripped out stems will sprout if left on the ground.

Bindweed buds

These are probably the introduced Hedge bindweed, Convovulvus sepium, which likes moist areas, and climbs over other plants more than the native field bindweed.

Bindweed tying up a sheaf of grasses.

Bindweed varies from dazzling white to blush pink.

Under a stand of taller trees at the edge of the reserve, we found an interesting variegated maple.

Two-tone leaf, striped snail

No two alike.

The afternoon was hot, hot, hot. We were sunburned in spite of sunscreen and hats. But our feet were dry again by the time we got back to the car.