Munching mushrooms

I was browsing some old photos on my iPhone and ran into this one, taken last August. This turtle seemed to be happy chowing down on a mushroom.

Hard to make it out, but he's enjoying the 'shroom

Hard to make it out, but he’s enjoying the ‘shroom

He was actively eating and took no apparent notice of me.

Turtles are not common on Lavender Mountain, or at least I don’t see them very often. I have wondered how they navigate the steep slopes. I keep picturing a turtle stepping off an old road and rolling all the way down to the bottom of the mountain. Wayne, over at niches, keeps track of turtles he sees. I should be more organized. Soon.

Here’s another one I saw earlier.

Easy to lose this little fellow

Easy to lose this little fellow

It would have been easy to overlook this one, but he’s about as cute as a turtle can be, so I’m glad I didn’t.

Zeke and I (and Zeus before him) have four main paths through the woods, and two down Fouche Gap Road. We have walked a lot of miles over the last seven years and I have seen turtles only about five times, including once in our back yard and once as a bleached, white shell.  But they are quiet and slow moving, most of the time, so they are easy to miss.

A cloud’s tale

Cirrus (from the Latin meaning a curl, a tuft, a filament) clouds are wispy, white high clouds that often precede a change in the weather. A fairly common feature is a drift of thinning cloud that fades to nothing. These are called mare’s tails, which is appropriate because they do look like the curl of a horse’s tail.

Mare's tail, or drifting, falling ice crystals

Mare’s tail, or drifting, falling ice crystals

These clouds just happened to be in the direction of the sun, so I had to place a light post over the sun to get a picture.

Cirrus clouds are composed of ice crystals, and those wispy tufts of the mare’s tail are ice crystals falling out of the cloud and sublimating as they drop into drier air. They are technically virga, which is precipitation that falls from a cloud and evaporates before it reaches the ground. I usually think of virga as liquid precipitation that evaporates before hitting the ground. If you watch the television weather, you might see a radar image showing rain over you, but when you look outside there’s no rain. That means there’s virga up there somewhere above you.

Cirrus clouds over the mountain

Cirrus clouds over the mountain

The mare’s tails can tell you the direction of the wind. It often also tells you that there is wind shear at altitude. If the mare’s tail is moving away from the cloud, then it must be falling into air that’s moving differently from where the cloud is. Wind shear can refer to a change in the velocity of the wind with altitude, or with the direction of wind with altitude. If there is any wind, there will be some wind shear close to the ground, because the surface of the Earth slows the wind. That’s why windmills work better when they are raised as high as possible. For large windmills, like some I have seen in the western US, there can be significant differences in wind speed from where the blades come closest to the ground to their highest point.

The physical forces at work also ensure that there will be some change in direction of the wind with altitude. Most of us have seen cloud layers that move across the sky in one direction while clouds that are higher move in a different direction. I like it best when it’s night and there’s a moon involved.

Fox news

In mild weather our dog Zeke likes to hang out on the elevated walk leading to our front door. It’s built like a deck with a gate, so he can’t get out into the yard. In the spring of 2011, he started barking at something in the side yard (which would be the back yard if I had oriented the house differently). It got to be a regular occurrence in the evening as it was beginning to get dark. We eventually saw what it was.

I see you looking at me

I see you looking at me

The fox paid no attention to the barking, and very little attention to us when we came out to look.

I think it was a red fox, based on the coloration and the black stockings. I am a little uncertain about this since he’s not really all that red. He also doesn’t have a very prominent white tip to his tail. But it doesn’t much resemble pictures of the gray fox I have seen. I wasn’t aware that the red fox is an imported canid, brought over by the English, naturally. The gray fox is the native, but the red fox has moved into essentially all the same habitats.

We began to see the fox quite often. Once, early on, he seemed to be a little uncertain, so he hid. Or at least he thought he did.

This shrub is not quite big enough

This shrub is not quite big enough

This seems to be the same fox in the spring of 2012.

Spring 2012

Spring 2012

This fox (I assume it was always the same fox) was completely indifferent to our presence on the deck watching him. Once he actually lay down in the back yard, not far from the deck.

Let's take it easy for a while

Let’s take it easy for a while

And then he took a nap.

Nappy time

Nappy time

After a short time, he got up, pooped, and walked casually into the woods. I don’t know whether it was an editorial comment, but it convinced me that foxes and dogs share a similar sense of humor.

A breeding pair had a den somewhere nearby, probably across Wildlife Trail, which runs down the side of our lot. I heard and saw the fox on the road occasionally when I took Zeke for his final walk of the day. I saw the kits once, and a neighbor reported seeing them on Fouche Gap Road.

The fox had a regular route that he followed every evening up from the woods, across our driveway and then into a neighbor’s yard. I heard them in the woods occasionally, sounding a lot like a dog, but not really mistakable for a dog.

We loved seeing the fox. It seemed that we were witnessing a part of wild nature that is rare any more, even in our rural corner of northwest Georgia. But eventually we decided that it was not a good idea for the fox to think humans were harmless. It seemed not such a good idea for either human or fox. So I started throwing rocks at him when he came into the yard.

And now we don’t see them any more.

 

 

The last sunrise of 2012

Sunrise from the deck

Sunrise from the deck — click to enlarge

This was what we saw from our deck this morning. The closer clouds are lit from the sky above, so we are looking at the darker, shadowed underside. At the same time the sun is low enough that its rays are illuminating them from beneath, giving them the pink highlights. I doubt that the first sunrise of 2013 will be as nice; rain is predicted for tomorrow.

 

Foggy, foggy dew

We were socked in from Christmas Eve through sometime Christmas afternoon. I went outside to walk Zeke about 10 pm and could barely see our neighbor’s outdoor Christmas tree. Late Tuesday morning we went for a longer walk down Fouche Gap Road into Texas Valley. It was very foggy.

Do you see anything down there?

I estimated the visibility to be about 100 yards. Everything was evenly lighted; there appeared to be no shadows at all, anywhere. The sky was lighter directly overhead, but it was pretty light in all directions. That means to me that the fog was not very thick overhead, so more of the sunlight made it to the ground. Think about all of those photons from the sun, flying down into the clouds, bouncing around from water droplet to water droplet. As it turns out, a good fraction bounce into the same direction they were going, and a good fraction bounce backwards. Some of them go into other directions. Eventually, if the fog is thick enough, they get pretty well confused, going pretty much in all directions, and eventually finding their way out in almost every direction, up, down, sideways. If the fog is too thick, the ones that get too deep get lost and never find their way out. That’s why most clouds look white from pretty much any direction you look at them, but thick clouds look dark from below. From the top they are as white as any other cloud.

The fog got thinner as we walked down the mountain, until at the bottom, there was almost no fog.

Pretty clear down here

Down in the valley the visibility was pretty good. The shiny metal roof of a house is visible across the valley on the side of Rocky Mountain, if you know just where to look, and you hold you mouth just right. It was probably close to a mile away.  Looking back up, the top of Lavender Mountain was hidden. So up on the top of Lavender Mountain we had fog, but from down in the valley, we had clouds.