Wednesday Morning Field Work:
I spooked a pair of wood ducks out of a gnarly bend in a tributary to Stony Brook. I found two bloodroots in a patch of toothwort, mayapple, and trout lily. In fact, the trail was nearly obscured by wildflowers. I heard a pileated woodpecker and nuthatches; field sparrows and a mockingbird.
These are some of the joys of being a land steward doing field work--out of a morass of multiflora rose arise two spectacular ducks that I have driven miles to peer at through binoculars. Wow, here they are, 20 feet away. There they go.
I think I blacked out with excitement. Not even sure how far away they flew.
Tuesday Field Work:
Tuesday morning a volunteer said, "Good luck, guys." I opened my mouth and was about to thank her. I realized she was addressing the wildflowers we had just rescued from a recently built trail on one of our nature preserves. The wildflowers were bound for a nature preserve bereft of an herb layer.
Tuesday afternoon a volunteer said, "I'm an optimistic person." I agreed that I too was a an optimist. "Have to be, doing working like this."
Wood ducks, wildflowers, good people who are good company to fellow man & woman & flora... they are all right with me. They make optimism the only path. See you on the trail.