Wintertime Porcupine

It was an early morning at the Cable Natural History Museum as I loaded up the van with our MuseumMobile totes, gearing up for a full day teaching about animal adaptations in the schools. Every Being has a fascinating set of adaptations that help them to survive in their habitat, and it is one of my favorite topics to teach about.

Heading north on Highway 63, the beautiful scenery never fails to keep me entertained as I drive through the picturesque nature of the Northwoods. While my thoughts wandered, a large dark spot high in a distant tree caught my eye. At first, I thought it might be a squirrel drey–a large nest of twigs and leaves built high in a tree. But as I got closer, I realized that it was a porcupine! Once my excitement calmed down, curiosity began to take its place. I began to wonder why exactly this porcupine was high up in the tree on this late fall morning. The answer may lie within the feeding strategies of the North American porcupine.

Once the vegetation has begun to go dormant for the fall and winter, porcupines change how they forage for food. They shift from their spring and summer strategy of feeding on ground vegetation and leaves to heavily relying on trees and shrubs in the fall/winter, often spending large amounts of time in a single tree. They target the cambium and phloem layers, the living, growing area between the bark and the water-carrying sapwood, responsible for transporting sugars. This transition from a wide variety of foods available in the summer to nibbling trees in the winter is a drastic drop in nutritionally valuable food for porcupines.

A porcupine high up in an Aspen tree. Photo by Emily Stone. 

Porcupines, like many animals, eat a large amount of food in the summer to put on weight for the coming winter. On average, porcupines will begin winter with around 50% body fat–similar to a polar bear or seal. However, porcupines have thrown the typical winter survival strategies to the wind. They don’t hibernate to avoid poor food availability, spend time in burrows to conserve heat and energy, or cache food to not spend energy foraging. Instead, they hang out in treetops, exposed to the elements, as they spend energy feeding on food with the nutritional content of cardboard. But recent studies show they still manage to only lose an average of 35% body fat over the winter! This lack of fat loss shows they have adapted to survive on a poor diet in harsh winter conditions. But how?

Studies show that a porcupine's metabolic rate slows in the winter, lowering their energy intake requirements. These low energy requirements, partnered with a high tolerance for dietary imbalances, moving very little while foraging, and their large fat stores at the beginning of winter allows them to mitigate body mass loss and survive winter.

The porcupine's impressive adaptations don’t stop there. Once more nutritionally valuable food is available, they are able to immediately put those nutrients to work and gain weight back. This is not a typical ability of many herbivores. Even when good food becomes available, other herbivore species are unable to quickly change how their bodies are being regulated and processing food, making them incapable of properly using those nutrients, and unable to gain weight immediately. Once again, the porcupine is proving to be an extremely adaptable species.

One of the best known adaptations of porcupines are their quills. These walking pincushions sport roughly 30,000 quills–specialized, hollow hairs that cover the porcupine's body. Quills are a porcupine's main defense against predators, and are a particularly mean one. As if getting stabbed by pointed quills isn’t enough, each quill is equipped with microscopic, downward pointing barbs. Once embedded into flesh, the barbs catch on tissue like many tiny fishhooks, making removal viciously painful and dangerous if the quill breaks off inside the tissue. But the brutality of a porcupine's quills doesn’t end there. Those tiny barbs hook farther into flesh the more the victim moves, and body heat makes them expand–making them even more painful and difficult to remove the longer they are embedded.

Close up with a porcupine. Check out those quills! Photo by Emily Stone. 

Between their unusual adaptations to survive winter, and their intricately hazardous quills, porcupines are a natural wonder. I could be entertained for days by the complex adaptations they have developed to survive in their habitat. Much to my surprise, while driving back along Highway 63 after teaching all day, the porcupine I saw earlier that morning was still there. No doubt they were putting those winter adaptations to use as they foraged for twigs and bark high in the tree.

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The Subnivean Zone Returns

Lake Superior was astonishingly calm as we walked out to a rocky point in the last rays of the setting Sun. With no wind and temperatures well above normal for late November, my fiancé and I only needed light sweaters and jackets to stay warm. It was a truly lovely day to be outside.

Lake Superior on a calm November, day. Photo by Emily Stone.

Lake Superior on a calm November, day. Photo by Emily Stone.

“Grandfather Alden would have called this a ‘weather breeder,’” I told Kevin. He didn’t read The Boxcar Children books by Gertrude Chandler Warner, but they were a staple of my childhood. In this early reader series, four brave siblings solve quaint mysteries with the help of their wise grandpa. In Snowbound Mystery they spend a glorious, bluebird day hiking around a mountain cabin before a blizzard socks them in. Their Grandfather called the bluebird day a “weather breeder.”

On The Weather Channel’s website, I found this explanation to confirm Grandfather Alden’s usage: “According to a late 19th century definition, a weather breeder is a beautiful day of ‘unusual fineness’… However, such a day is usually followed by bad weather.” A 1996 article about weather adages in The New York Times explains that the only science behind that saying is the law of averages. Good weather doesn’t cause bad weather, but since the weather is always changing, your good weather will soon turn to bad. Checking my weather app, I was thrilled to see the amount of snow in the forecast going up yet again. This day was certainly the calm before the storm!

Cold rain splattered my windshield the next day as I headed back to the shores of a smaller lake in Northern Wisconsin. Before cozying up indoors, I wrapped my digital thermometer in plastic wrap and tucked it under the bright green frond of an evergreen wood fern in the yard. This has become an annual ritual. On the weather station screen indoors, I could see that the newly placed sensor matched the air temperature in the mid-30s.

Can you see the white corner of the temperature sensor hidden under the fern?
Photo by Emily Stone.

Overnight, the wind howled and rain turned to snow.

As winter’s first snowflakes drifted through the dark, some landed on top of dead plants, fallen leaves, twigs, and other detritus of the forest floor. In many places, snow never fully reached the ground. That was surely true for the protected hideaway of my thermometer. By dawn, it was buried under six inches and counting.

Despite falling temperatures, the relative warmth of the cold rain and the residual heat of summer were still radiating from the soil. At sunrise, when I checked the weather station, the air temp had dropped to 24 degrees Fahrenheit, but the sensor cozied up to the earth under a fresh blanket of snow read 33 degrees. After two winters of thin snow, the Subnivean Zone has returned!

All winter long I will monitor the air temperature and the temperature of a thermometer I recently buried in the Subnivean Zone under the snow. In it’s first day of existence this winter, the Subnivean Zone did not drop below 33 degrees! Photo by Emily Stone.

In this magical space, with a blanket of snow to trap the earth’s warmth and provide a solid break against the windchill, temperatures hover around freezing even as the world above drops below zero. Deeper snow provides even more insulation, and all manner of Beings—from mice to martens, bacteria, fungi, spiders, hibernating insects, frozen wood frogs, and more—rely on the moderated microclimate.

In 2022-23—the winter of record-breaking snow—deep drifts accumulated on still-thawed ground, and the temperature in my front yard’s subnivium didn’t drop below 32 degrees for the entire season. The last two winters haven’t been so lucky. With thin, icy snowpacks, plant roots and mosses felt the sting of dry, bitter cold, ruffed grouse couldn’t dive into a snow cave to spend the night, and small mammals had to face the choice of staying safe and warm in a burrow, or risking being eaten or dangerously chilled while they foraged for food. Wood frogs in the leaf litter suffered without snow to buffer them from energetically costly freeze-thaw cycles.

Happily, at least for this week, those Beings are safe from the challenges of a snowless winter. Those Beings include me. Cold weather without groomed ski trails makes me sad. This week, my social media feed is full of good news about trails opening.

A weather breeder might be a day of “unusual fineness”, but I personally wouldn’t call what came after it “bad weather.” For many Northwoods Beings (the ones who don’t have to drive on bad roads or clear downed trees) snow and The Subnivean Zone are truly something to be thankful for!

Fluffy snow is a wonderful insulator to help retain warmth from the earth. Fluffy snow is also great for skiing up a gravel road! Photo by Emily Stone.

Emily’s brand-new third book, Natural Connections3: A Web Endlessly Woven, is available to purchase at www.cablemuseum.org/books and at your local independent bookstore, too.

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For more than 50 years, the Cable Natural History Museum has served to connect you to the Northwoods. Our Winter Calendar is open for registration! Visit our new exhibit, “Becoming the Northwoods: Akiing (A Special Place). Follow us on Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, and cablemuseum.org to see what we are up to.

The Bright Red Warning of Barberry

“A long time ago, the owner of that cornfield asked if I would sell this little piece of relatively flat woods to him,” my dad told me while walking me through a section of my parents’ land in Northeast Iowa. “He talked about cutting the trees and growing more corn.” As I looked out through the furrowed trunks of white oak, hackberry, chinkapin oak, walnut, basswood, and sugar maple to the monoculture of the field beyond, I was glad Dad had said no.

We’d just scrambled down the steep slope of our North Ridge. Looking back uphill, blocky outcrops of limestone nosed through a thick layer of autumn leaves. As part of the Driftless Area, this land has been shaped by flowing water instead of ice. The Turkey River—a tributary of the mighty Mississippi—had carved this ridge in one of its meanders through its floodplain. From the top of the North Ridge, we’d been able to look almost straight down at the channel carving the other side, too.

My dad, Larry Stone, looks from our North Ridge down to the Turkey River in NE Iowa. Photo by Emily Stone.

We sat down on a fallen log for a moment. Dad adjusted the cloth “tick gaiters” treated with Permethrin that he always wears out hiking these days. Iowa has plenty of deer and deer ticks, and multiple encounters with Lyme disease have made him cautious. The gaiters work on the same idea as tucking your pants into your socks to keep ticks from crawling into hard-to-see places. The addition of Permethrin means that the ticks aren’t just detoured, they die.

The pause also gave Dad a chance to snap a few photos of the late afternoon sun streaming through the trees. As I followed his gaze, a low bush with pinkish leaves off in the distance caught the light in a way that nothing else in the forest did. Hmm.

Japanese barberry bushes keep their rosy, red fall colors for a long time and are easy to spot in the November woods. Photo by Emily Stone.

The closer we ambled to this bush, the more sure I became of their ID. Finally, a close look revealed a few bright red, football-shaped berries dangling from rosettes of small, pink leaves. My hunch was confirmed. This was a Japanese barberry.

The bright red berries of Japanese barberry are one of the reasons this plant was favored as a decorative addition to landscaping until they began escaping gardens and becoming a haven for deer ticks and Lyme disease. Photo by Emily Stone.

The arching stems, decorative berries, and warmly hued, persistent fall foliage of barberry, plus the complete lack of deer browse on their twigs, are why they were brought to the U.S. as an ornamental plant in 1875. That was fine, until in the 1980s they started to spread out and displace native plants. Now Japanese barberry is considered invasive in 17 states, including Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Iowa.

Barberry changes the soil characteristics beneath the shrub in ways that make it hard for other plants to grow there. Combine that with early spring leaf-out that shades out competitors, arching stems that root wherever they touch the ground, and drought resistance, and a forest can easily be taken over by an impenetrable thicket that not even deer will eat. A barberry thicket also provides a safe, fox-resistant haven for mice, and a shady, humid home for ticks. Deer ticks feed on mice, who are reservoirs for Lyme disease.

The arching stems of barberry root wherever they touch the ground. Photo by Emily Stone. 

 

One study in Connecticut found that in an area with no barberry, about 10 ticks per acre were infected with Lyme disease. In an area with extensive barberry, that number rose to 120 infected ticks per acre. That’s not a future my parents want on their land.

Dad pulled a roll of pink flagging tape from his pocket, and marked both the bush and several trees in the area. Early the next morning, he returned to the spot with clippers and herbicide. Cutting the stems and brushing on herbicide is one of the recommended control techniques. Our family doesn’t love using herbicides, but if they are applied responsibly, they can be more effective than mechanical removal alone.

On a few hilltops where my parents have restored prairies, they use fire to keep the native plants healthy and the invasive species out. Historically, low-intensity fires might have kept this woodland healthy, too. In the absence of widespread fire, some folks have found good success at removing barberry by blasting them with the focused fire of a propane torch.

I was happy that we’d found and taken care of this one barberry bush before it spread too far and impacted the diversity and tick population of this lovely forest. November is a good time to get outside and spot the the bright red warning of barberry when everything else is gray. On the way back to the house the only other flash of red I spotted was a cardinal heading toward the bird feeders. That’s a bit of color I’m excited to see.

Emily’s award-winning second book, Natural Connections: Dreaming of an Elfin Skimmer, is available to purchase at www.cablemuseum.org/books and at your local independent bookstore, too. Natural Connections 3 is available for pre-order from Honest Dog Books!

For more than 50 years, the Cable Natural History Museum has served to connect you to the Northwoods. Our Fall Calendar is open for registration! Visit our new exhibit, “Becoming the Northwoods: Akiing (A Special Place). Follow us on Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, and cablemuseum.org to see what we are up to.

Southward Migration

The shallow water in Northwoods marshes and bays began to crackle with a skim of ice recently, gently reminding everyone that winter is on the way. Ice-up is a firm deadline for many beings who migrate to travel at least a little bit farther south. I got caught up in the flurry of activity and soon found myself in the Mississippi River Flyway swooping around the hills and corners of the Great River Road.

The Mississippi Flyway is busy this time of year! Photo by Emily Stone.

Just south of Brownsville, Minnesota, my skyward scanning for the bald eagles, who are always plentiful here, caught the graceful, long-necked shapes of three sandhill cranes flying in formation. As they circled between the forested bluffs and weedy backwaters, I swung into the small parking lot at the Brownsville Wildlife Overlook. The rattling bugles of the cranes sent a thrill down my spine. Could these birds be some of the thousands who we saw at Crex Meadows Wildlife Area near Grantsburg, Wisconsin just a few weeks ago? The biologist there did say that the cranes start to move on when the marshes freeze.

Two cranes feeding at Crex Meadows in late October. Photo by Emily Stone. 

Evening light shimmered on the calm surface of the Mississippi River backwater below the overlook, and a big white shape caught my eye. We had watched a trumpeter swan family with one cygnet feeding in Crex Meadows before the evening of cranes, and I chuckled at such elegant birds sticking their heads in the muck to feed.

A swan and cygnet feeding in Crex Meadows. Photo by Emily Stone.

But as I watched this big white bird foraging by repeatedly dipping a long orange bill in the shallow water, waggling it around, then tipping the pouched bill up to swallow, I realized that my first glance had been wrong. Pelican! American white pelicans forage in shallow water similar to the swans, but while swans eat aquatic plants, pelicans scoop up small fish and crustaceans in their pouch, then let the water drain before swallowing everything whole. Pelicans are known for nesting, migrating, and fishing in big flocks, but this migrating bird was solo. Where were their friends and family?

A white pelican feeds alone in the backwaters of the Mississippi River. Photo by Emily Stone.

My family was waiting for me to arrive in Northeast Iowa, so I left the rest of the cacophony of waterfowl, unidentifiable in the fading light, and continued south.

After supper we stepped outside into a crystal-clear night and found the sky aglow with northern lights. Red and white curtains shifted slowly above the tops of trees on our North Ridge. When we are south of the Auroral Oval, we only see the sides of those faint curtains of light on the northern horizon. When the oval widens or shifts far enough south, the light curtains appear straight above us, and you can look up at the bottom of the curtains instead of at their side. Then, the corona appears. After a few games of Bananagrams, we looked again, and this time we found streaks of light swirling around the top of the sky. The Auroral Oval had migrated south, too.

Looking south over my parents' house at the Northern Lights, you can just barely make out the old basketball hoop on our garage in Northeast Iowa...Photo by Emily Stone.

Thanks to the early sunsets and late sunrises this time of year, I wasn’t even tired when dawn light streamed through my window the next morning. Movement in the prairie grass caught my eye, and I watched in amusement as a dark-eyed junco fluttered up to grab the middle of a grass stalk, bending it toward the ground. The little bird then slid down toward the seedhead and pecked at a few bites of breakfast before jumping off and disappearing into the thicket.

Dark-eyed juncos breed across Canada. The northern forests of Wisconsin and Minnesota are at the southern edge of their mid-continent breeding habitat, and the Northwoods sometimes see a few juncos through the summer. The real influx comes when the leaves begin to fall and juncos head south to their winter range. The big push seems to have come and gone in the Northwoods, but now I’ve followed them south.

Later, as Mom and I drove along a winding, treeless, Driftless Area ridge, we spotted a hawk hovering over the corn stubble, their face to the wind. Black patches on the bird’s wrists and belly gave away their identity as a rough-legged hawk. After spending the summer on the arctic tundra, these beautiful birds head south to hunt in open country.

Back at home, we tackled some of the projects I’d come home to help with. Organizing bookshelves, I found my parents’ well-loved set of books by Sigurd Olson, one of the best-known authors to ever capture the Northwoods in words. In a roundabout way, these books are the reason I now live Up North. I often wish it was easier for my parents to visit the lakes and forests that Olson wrote about and I’ve fallen in love with, but this trip was a good reminder that pieces of the Northwoods also come south to visit them.

Emily’s award-winning second book, Natural Connections: Dreaming of an Elfin Skimmer, is available to purchase at www.cablemuseum.org/books and at your local independent bookstore, too. Natural Connections 3is available for pre-order from Honest Dog Books!

For more than 50 years, the Cable Natural History Museum has served to connect you to the Northwoods. Our Fall Calendar is open for registration! Visit our new exhibit, “Becoming the Northwoods: Akiing (A Special Place). Follow us on Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, and cablemuseum.org to see what we are up to.

Dowsing for Witch-hazel

Wet autumn leaves drifting among rugged chunks of hard gray quartzite on the trails at Rib Mountain State Park in Wausau, Wisconsin, forced my attention to my feet as I hiked. Even with trekking poles, this was no place to daydream. As I circled the top of the ridge of erosion-resistant, two-billion-year-old rock, an overlook beckoned as a place where I could pause and look up.

View from the Red Trail at Rib Mountain State Park in Wausau, WI.

The scarlet leaves of sumac shrubs framed the view, and beyond them was a spectacular sea of yellows, oranges, greens, and rich brown autumn trees in peak color. While the fluffy gray clouds had sprinkled on me a few times, the way they focused sunlight on the valley made me glad they were there.

Continuing on, with my hat brim pulled low against the sun showers, a shape on the path tripped my subconscious and, like a toddler’s toy, the shape fit perfectly into a matching spot in my botany brain. The unusual leaf was broadly oval with wavy margins and an asymmetrical base where it met the stem. I’d been admiring the vibrant reds and yellows of maple leaves, but the rich yellow surface of this leaf was already mottled with brown.

Before my conscious brain could even get involved and dig a name out from the files, I looked up. Sure enough, there beside the trail stood a spreading shrub with a few rays of sunlight illuminating tiny yellow flowers that looked just like sunbursts themselves. Witch-hazel! The flower-dappled shrub twinkled like a reminder of spring.

With flowers that begin blooming in October, and sometimes persist into December, this native shrub was a delightful find on my fall hike. As I leaned in to take photos, I also inhaled deeply. I’d read that witch-hazel has a strong smell to attract pollinators. Since scent molecules have a harder time traveling in cold air, the flowers may have to put forth extra effort to be noticed this time of year. All I detected was the distinctive aroma of wet leaves. Of course, I don’t have giant, feathery antenna like one of the flower’s pollinators.

Since many insects don’t survive the first frosts and aren’t able to fly in cold weather, it’s not obvious who might help this plant move pollen and fertilize seeds. In 1987, though, ecologist Bernd Heinrich observed owlet moths visiting the flowers. Bernd is a Professor Emeritus at the University of Vermont, and was still teaching a week-long Winter Ecology course when I was a graduate student there in 2009. We didn’t see any witch-hazel in bloom among the deep January drifts, but Bernd’s ability to notice small, odd, and interesting things in the woods is unmatched.

Owlet moths are active at night. They can shiver to raise the temperature of their thorax to 86 degrees above the air, even when the outside temperature is slightly below freezing. The thick fuzz that covers their body helps to hold in that heat just like your favorite sweater. Moth antennae are famous for detecting scents at low concentrations, so maybe they can smell the flowers even though I can’t.

A more recent study found that a few flies and small bees also visit witch-hazel flowers, and are pretty effective at moving around the sticky grains of pollen. Fungus gnats are out and about, too, but these mosquito-sized beings are probably too small to be useful pollinators. All of these visitors may be rewarded with tiny drops of nectar offered by the flower.

Once the four ribbon-like yellow petals fall, the four-lobed calyx remains on the twig all winter and looks itself like a tiny flower. The fruit doesn’t develop until the following year. I found a few of the small, round seed pods initiated by last year’s pollination nestled among this year’s flowers. They were still unripe, but I split one open with a fingernail to see the two brown seeds tucked inside. Once the seeds do ripen, the capsule will split explosively and send the seeds flying up to 30 feet away! Then the seeds spend another year in the duff before they germinate. This plant has patience!

Witch-hazel flowers from this year and fruits pollinated last year occur on the shrubs at the same time. Photo by Emily Stone. 

These two seeds would have exploded forcefully out of the seed pod and flown up to 30 feet if I'd left them on the plant to mature. Photo by Emily Stone. 

I’ve needed patience to find this plant, too. While they are common in the southern two-thirds of Wisconsin, that’s not where I spend most of my time. Up north here, they are much rarer. And where I first met witch-hazel near Sandstone, Minnesota, they are listed as a threatened species. We are simply on the western edge of their range.

While they do bloom near Halloween, witch-hazel’s name is probably a misspelling of old English words wicke or wych that meant “lively” and “to bend.” They refer to the use of a forked branch of witch-hazel as a dowsing rod, which purportedly would bend downward to point out a good location to dig a well. Hazel likely refers to this plant’s resemblance to American hazelnut or beaked hazel shrubs. Since they aren’t closely related, I prefer to hyphenate witch-hazel to indicate they are not a true hazel species. Witch-hazels are more related to gooseberries!

In a bit of reverse-dowsing, rain showers helped me see the leaf, and sun rays helped me see the witch-hazel. On that fall day, I found a deep well of beauty.

I'd never been to Rib Mountain before, but it was absolutely beautiful on this damp, fall day. Photo by Emily Stone. 

Emily’s award-winning second book, Natural Connections: Dreaming of an Elfin Skimmer, is available to purchase at www.cablemuseum.org/books and at your local independent bookstore, too. Natural Connections 3 is available for pre-order from Honest Dog Books!

For more than 50 years, the Cable Natural History Museum has served to connect you to the Northwoods. Our Fall Calendar is open for registration! Visit our new exhibit, “Becoming the Northwoods: Akiing (A Special Place). Follow us on Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, and cablemuseum.org to see what we are up to.

Watching Cranes at Crex Meadows

“Turn here, they’re heading north!” I directed my fiancé as we navigated the gravel roads of Crex Meadows Wildlife Area near Grantsburg, WI. We’d spotted a line of sandhill cranes flying through the sunset sky, and were following them toward what we hoped would be a spectacular evening of birdwatching.

Thousands of sandhill cranes converge near this wetland complex each fall. They spend their days fueling up for migration by gleaning waste grain from recently harvested corn and soybean fields nearby. Then, at dusk they rise from the fields and stream into the wetlands. By roosting together in shallow water, the cranes make it harder for their numerous possible land predators, like coyotes, wolves, bobcats, and fishers to sneak up.

As we puttered along the grid of gravel roads trying to triangulate the most likely landing area for the flock, I felt like I was reliving my childhood of being on the chase crew for my grandpa’s hot air balloon in central Iowa. The difference was that Grandpa could communicate his plan to us through the radio in the old farm truck, and he was aiming for an accessible landing pad.

Balloons don't ALWAYS land in an accessible place...Photo by Larry Stone. 

These cranes had no concern for our viewing access. At the Crex Education and Visitors Center, we’d been warned that a recent influx of visitors had spooked the cranes away from some of their usual, easy-to-see roosts. Even when people are quiet, stay in their cars, and stay out of the wetlands, the birds may choose to go elsewhere. Luckily, this extensive wetland complex has plenty of space away from roads where the cranes could go to get some privacy.

That ability to hide makes it hard to keep track of their numbers. A few days after our visit, on October 29, the Wisconsin DNR conducted the annual survey of the crane population. Eleven staff spread out among known roost locations in Crex and the nearby Fish Lake Wildlife Area. Arriving before dawn, they prepared to witness the early morning commute of cranes from their bedrooms back to their breakfast fields.

Some cranes stay right in Crex Meadows and feed there throughout the day. This family to two adults and one juvenile crane were spotted earlier that afternoon. The second adult is feeding with their head down and is quite invisible in this photo. You can tell the adults by their red head, and the juvenile by the lack of it. 

“The total count with Crex and Fish Lake was 7,754 cranes,” reported DNR wildlife biologist Joe Dittrich when I called him up the day after the survey. In contrast, the average over the last three years was 13-14,000. That’s a sharp decline. Dittrich wasn’t too worried about the numbers, though. The morning of the count had been extremely foggy, especially at the Fish Lake unit, with visibility of only 100 yards. He suspects that they missed about half of the birds there. It’s also possible that some birds have already continued on south to their winter habitat in southern Georgia and Central Florida. No banding or telemetry efforts have established more specific migration routes or schedules for the birds who pass through here.

Even if some of the birds have left, Dittrich assured me that a good number of them will likely stick around until the wetlands begin to freeze up during the day. With the warm fall we’ve been having, that might mean we have several more weeks to witness this phenomenon. The Crex Visitor Center is happy to provide current information if you call 715-463-CREX.

“I really like their calls,” Dittrich told me when I asked what he liked best about the cranes. That’s no surprise. Many of us have heard one or two cranes give their thrilling, rattling, bugles during spring migration or nesting season. The cacophony of hundreds or thousands of these ancient voices echoing across the sunset is unforgettable.

Aldo Leopold wrote eloquently of the cranes in the “Marshland Elegy” chapter of A Sand County Almanac. “Our appreciation for the crane grows with the slow unraveling of earthly history…When we hear his call we hear no mere bird. We hear the trumpet in the orchestra of evolution. He is the symbol of our untamable past, of that incredible sweep of millennia…”

That isn’t mere hyperbole. Cranes are some of the oldest living birds. In Nebraska, a 15-million-year-old crane skeleton records their ancient stake on the territory. Over that time scale, the habitat has changed more than the bird. Several glaciers advanced and retreated. The last one here in Wisconsin sent a flood of sandy outwash southwest from the Bayfield Peninsula, creating the Northwest Sands Ecological Landscape. Then a rogue, northeast-flowing section of ice dammed up some of the meltwater, which created Glacial Lake Grantsburg. The lake’s calm water accumulated clay sediment. Together, the patchwork of sands and clays, along with science-based wildlife management, has turned this area into a destination for nature lovers of all kinds.

The Northwest Sands mostly failed at farming, and now host lots of important wildlife areas! Source

FIGURE 6. Advance of the Grantsburg Sublobe, an offshoot of the Des Moines Lobe, overriding the St. Croix Moraine blocking southward drainage of the Mississippi River, and forming glacial Lake Grantsburg.  Source

And yes, I was thinking about the glaciers as we stood at the edge of the wetland watching the flocks of cranes appear on the horizon, stream in over our heads, and descend with legs dangling into the water we knew was hiding behind grasses and shrubs. That old ice is the reason the cranes are here, and this winter’s ice is the reason they will leave. In between, their rattling cries send an awestruck shiver down my spine.

I took this video on October 14, when the cranes were still landing just north of Main Dike Road. Spectacular! Turn up your volume! 

 

Emily’s award-winning second book, Natural Connections: Dreaming of an Elfin Skimmer, is available to purchase at www.cablemuseum.org/books and at your local independent bookstore, too. Natural Connections 3 is almost here!

For more than 50 years, the Cable Natural History Museum has served to connect you to the Northwoods. Our Fall Calendar is open for registration! Visit our new exhibit, “Becoming the Northwoods: Akiing (A Special Place). Follow us on Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, and cablemuseum.org to see what we are up to.

Fantastic Fungi

The air shimmered as I walked through the forest, the heavy mists encompassing me in a damp blanket. As my shoes trod on soggy leaves, I took in the quiet serenity of the forest. Many of the trees had begun their annual changing of the colors, painting the canopy in shades of yellow, orange, red and green. Their discarded leaves were already beginning to dot the forest floor in late September. But fallen leaves weren’t the only contributors of color on the ground–the fall mushrooms were popping in the Northwoods.

A bright splotch of red and orange drew my gaze downwards, where a species of waxy cap mushroom was growing among the green blanket of moss. They are characterized by being very colorful, with a shiny, waxy looking cap, and thick gills. And unlike many other mushroom species, they are not mycorrhizal or saprobic. This means they don’t obtain their nutrients through extensive networks of mycelium that form a symbiotic relationship with plant roots, or obtain nutrients from decaying wood and organic matter like saprobic mushrooms. Waxy cap mushrooms are biotrophic, forming a symbiotic relationship with the roots of grasses and forbs, as well as the rhizoids of mosses, obtaining nutrients from them.

A brightly colored waxy cap mushroom growing up from the forest floor. 

Many other mushroom species inhabited the forest, making it come alive with fungi. Saprobic fungi in particular were very prevalent. Resinous polypores clung to decomposing trees, making it seem like the trees were growing pancakes dotted with maple syrup from their bark. Tiny Marasmius mushrooms sprouted from the top of a mossy log, their spindly brown stems and grooved white caps made my imagination run with thoughts of them being used as umbrellas by small woodland invertebrates. And even while my imagination ran wild with these fun fungi appearances, I was appreciative of the ecological role they play within the forest. As saprobes, they were breaking down the wood they inhabited and recycling important nutrients back into the soil.

Resinous polypores on a decaying log. 

But the wealth of different mushrooms carried with it many different feeding styles and ecological relationships. One complex and interesting ecological relationship that can be found in the Northwoods is between Entoloma abortivum mushrooms and honey mushrooms in the Armillaria genus. These fungi can be found grouped together in forests, and though they have an inconspicuous appearance, they are waging war beneath the soil. One of these mushrooms is parasitizing the other, disrupting the development of the other’s fruiting body and prohibiting them from reproducing.

Honey mushrooms in the Armillaria genus, have a brilliantly nefarious adaptation in regard to how they obtain their nutrients. They are both saprobic and parasitic. They infect their host, sapping its nutrients and eventually contribute to its death. Typically, this is the end of a parasite's ability to get nutrients from its host. However, since honey mushrooms are also saprobic, they continue to derive nutrients from their now dead host tree by breaking down the wood, and decaying the tree. This capability is called necrotrophism.

The other half of this fungal relationship, the Entoloma abortivum, are light grey, plain looking mushrooms that are typically found near decaying wood. While this mushroom's dull appearance may seem like a barrier to identification, Entoloma abortivum can at times provide a hint to its identity in the form of a lumpy, mass of white fungal tissue near the Entoloma’s fruiting body. This odd looking fungal body was originally thought to be an “aborted” form of the Entoloma, caused by a parasitic attack on the Entoloma as it was beginning to fruit.

Because honey mushrooms are parasitic, and are often found fruiting in the vicinity of the Entolomas, they were originally thought to be the aggressor in the Entoloma vs honey mushroom war. However, in 2001 a scientific study by Czederpiltz, Volk and Burdsall found the opposite to be true. They found that the “aborted” Entoloma were actually deformed honey mushrooms that were attacked by Entoloma abortivum hyphae– showing that the Entoloma is the parasite, not the honey mushroom! Since the parasitic attack happens underneath the soil, and involves both mushrooms' complex network of mycelium, there are times where the fruiting body of the honey mushrooms are not found near the Entolomas. But, with the presence of the “abortive entoloma”, we know that the honey mushroom mycelium is underneath the soil, but was parasitized by the Entoloma before it could fully fruit.

Entoloma abortivum and the "abortive entoloma".

It is amazing to me that a simple walk through the forest to see fall mushrooms can reveal so many ecological connections taking place. From stepping on soil that hides a vast network of mycelium, stretching out through the soil to obtain nutrients– to passing by a decomposing tree littered with saprobic mushrooms, slowly breaking the tree down and returning it to the soil. One can always find something to marvel at in the Northwoods, especially in the fall.

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