This is a bit more personal than usual. Also, some of the photography is worse than usual, since I spent most of the time hanging out with friends instead of taking pictures for my blog.
Recently, I took a trip with a few friends up to Rockford, Michigan, where my former Sunday school teacher, Chris Paoni, above, had recently accepted a job as pastor. (He's very good at it, too. More on that Sunday in a bit.) While staying at a local house and visiting, I took a walk in the backyard.
Michigan has a large variety of plants that are not present in Illinois, and the weeds are equally as different. In this part of Michigan, the soils were acidic and sandy, as opposed to the alkaline clay-loam most prevalent in Central Illinois. As a result, the weeds were vastly different. I found this Field Horsetail (Equisetum arvense) growing in a well-trampled area next to a playground. By contrast, in Illinois I have only ever seen this plant in moderately well-preserved landscapes.
A nearby backyard pond also gave me the chance to find Northern Green Frogs (Lithobates clamitans melanota), a species common in Illinois. These are not Bullfrogs, which are far larger, but everyone I know calls them Bullfrogs.
The nearby woods were quite a bit different, with Partridge Berry (Mitchella repens) and Doll's Eyes (Actea pachypoda) growing under the shade of maples and beeches.
This forest would have been a nature preserve back home, with its complete lack of bush honeysuckle making it even better. I could stroll through it completely upright, without needing a machete.
Speaking of beeches, I found the parasitic plant Beechdrops (Epifagus virginiana) in seed. This strange plant, rare in Illinois, has no leaves and sucks nutrients from the roots of Beech trees to survive. As beeches are infrequent in Central Illinois, this plant is restricted to the forests of the Wabash and the Shawnee National Forest counties. Most people probably think it's just a few sticks.
Thanks to the cooler weather this far north, some spring-flowering plants were still visible, like the leaves of this Trillium. The tree behind it I believe is a Beech (Fagus grandifolia). After I was done hiking, I rejoined my less-than-nature-enthused friends and went on to further adventures. On one of these then visited the city of Rockford itself, easily one of the most attractive small towns I have ever visited. Rockford is a tourist town centered around the Rogue River, which is dammed in the center of town, as you can see below:
Rockford loves its dam, and has made what could be a hideous flood-control structure into a highlight of the town's area. We had ice cream from one of the many ice-cream sellers and walked along. One of the restaurants along the riverfront bore this amusing name:
As always, I kept an eye out for wildlife, and walked around with my camera, ready for action. One man on the dam asked me what I was doing with it, and I told him birdwatching. This necessitated a bird, and North America's deadliest bird was close at hand:
Why do I call this Mute Swan (Cygnus olor) North America's deadliest bird when it isn't even native? Two reasons. First, thanks to prolific breeding, this invasive species is now firmly established in North America. Secondly, over in Eastern Europe, these birds reportedly killed a toddler too close to their nest. More recently, in the Chicago area, a Mute Swan knocked a man out of his canoe, which led to the man's death by drowning. The link to that story is here. Don't get close to this swan.
I then turned my attention to the turtles, which turned out to be Common Map Turtles (Graptemys geographica), a species I don't believe I've seen in the wild before. It's odd to me to see turtles that aren't Painted Turtles or Red-eared Sliders, although I have seen the Ouachita Map Turtle before. Chris's son L. and I watched the turtles for quite awhile, and so the turtles watched us too.
The Rogue River was quite lovely, here shown not far behind the dam. A trail runs alongside it for several miles, and canoeists are extremely common.
Also extremely common was one of my favorite birds, the Cedar Waxwing (Bombycilla cedrorum). These berry-loving birds are uncommon in Central Illinois, but further north they seem prevalent.
It wouldn't be a trip without a mystery plant, and this one was it. At first, I thought it was Poison Ivy, but it has five leaves, not three. This is in fact the sapling of the Boxelder Tree (Acer negundo).
Downtown Rockford has an antique train parked near one of the canoe rental places. It's a bit odd, but it adds to the charm of the city. We rented canoes at this place, and set out on an adventure. Foolishly, I took my camera and wallet along. Don't do that.
We disembarked on the Rogue River near this meadow. Virgin's Bower (Clematis virginiana) blooms in the foreground, the first time I have ever seen this plant in the wild..
In the boulder-strewn river, we found crayfish, trout, and even a few leeches, as both I and the man below can attest. I detest leeches, and therefore removed it without even a photo.
This is Big Hoss (M. pemberton), King of the Gators. In a bit of goofyness, some of our group called every animal they saw a "gator". We saw plenty, too, quite even possibly a bobcat.
I sat in a canoe between Chris Paoni and a man known as Tackett, neither of whom were experienced at steering a canoe. As a result, we ended up in several snags. Tackett got a trifle annoyed when I called out every snag, but we hit most of them.
A greater danger to my camera was the occasional splashing wars we ended up participating in.
Here, Big Hoss lies in wait to ambush and splash for two more of our party.
Despite the occasional rowdiness, we enjoyed the tranquil, clear river and cool, fast-flowing water.
I enjoyed it so much that I fell in it, twice, although with enough grace to keep my camera above water. Tackett and Chris were less enthused, considering I'd tipped the canoe twice with them in it.
Here's my canoeing view of the world, from behind Tackett's shoulder. In a fit of silliness, we got in front and decided to ambush the rest of our party from the shore and scare them. After sinking into the two-foot deep mud, Tackett lost his shoe, which he only found again because of the bright green soles. After this, I tipped the canoe (although I hold Chris 41% responsible), and Tackett got back in, only for us to tip the canoe yet again. After this, I baled out the canoe with an old Doritos bag.
Still seeking to ambush our fellows, we paddled back to the front and stopped on firmer ground. While there, I found this colorful Damselfly, likely some sort of Jewelwing.
While also there, I discovered Cardinal Flower (Lobelia cardinalis), Sensitive Fern (Onoclea sensibilis) and Stinging Nettles (unpictured, and boy, did they hurt.) Tackett did manage to almost get a reaction out of Big Tex ( D. Moorman), but overall the ambush attempt was a failure.
Back on the river, the water grew somewhat deeper as we neared the dam.
Everyone except me was quite tired, and I was quite wet. Thankfully, my camera case had kept my camera from getting wet. After all, having just replaced it, I would hate to break the camera again.
We beached our canoe and kayaks just in front of the dam, where a plethora of bird life had congregated. Several Canada Geese (Branta canadensis), two feuding Ring-billed Gulls (Larus delawarensis), and a Great Egret (Ardea alba) as a white blur in the back can all be seen above.
Easily the rarest bird was this juvenile Hooded Merganser (Lophodytes cucullatus), a small diving duck I haven't seen in several months.
After considerable review, I deduced this was a juvenile Red-Shouldered Hawk (Buteo lineatus), a small hawk much rarer in Illinois than it is in Michigan. You can see the shoulder below:
A last note: Driving back was nuts. From the Kalamazoo River in Michigan all the way to Joliet, Illinois, the traffic was so heavy that it turned an ordinarily 5.5 hour drive into an 8.5 hour nightmare. One brave Tackett drove the whole thing for us, and he deserves the heartiest congratulations.
Overall, I haven't even covered half of what went on, but as we all know, what happens at "FUGE Gone Wild" stays at "FUGE Gone Wild", except for the bits I've made available above. Sometime next year, I hope to visit Chris again, albeit with more time and no wallet in my pocket on the canoe.
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