Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Swamp...well, not so much a secret as much as just off the beaten path. We went down to Schoharie Crossing yesterday morning, birding, but nothing was stirring but a few crows and a man walking his dog.
So we drove over to the bit of Bear Swamp that we call Lyker's Pond. I am sure that it is not its official name, be we all know where we mean when we talk about it.
There was a little grebe noodling around in the water when we got there, but the light was bad and once he saw us he was nothing but a splash and a vanish. Cool to see him though.
And then there was the Winterberry Holly. How I love to see it out there flaming in the woods, bright as a dozen flocks of cardinals, and as merry as Christmas against the greys and browns.
It is one of those things I tend to forget about, rather than anticipating each season like the scent of the River Bank Grapes in June, so it comes as a sort of a surprise each winter. Kind of like a Christmas present that shows up every year. I wonder if it would grow along the Long Lawn, where its feet would be good and wet....how cool would that be?