Monthly Archives: June 2009

Bar Harbor Nature Log Otter Creek

Polar deer, or, seeing white.

I had heard rumors of the primarily white deer near the genetic research laboratory a few miles away. Dyer calls him a piebald. Every morning on my way to work I would scan the woods. And there it was. I reached into the back seat for the camera bag, but, oh- it was in the trunk. Getting out of car, quietly, stealthily, almost noiselessly was enough to send the deer leaping away. It became a game. If I had the camera by my side, no sign of the deer. No camera, and there he was, grazing calmly, gazing at my car cruising by.

This past weekend the oyster mushrooms have burst out of seams and cracks in aging Aspen. We gathered 18 pounds, and have been eating, freezing and giving. Sunday we were gathering in the woods near our house. I was taking pictures of the oyster mushrooms, and there beyond the tree was the white deer. And there, with my finger on the shutter release, was the deer. He is real.

Nature log

Mushrooms and mist. I have checked everyday on my way home from work. Friday, June 12 they appeared. Oyster mushrooms, gleaming bright beacons through the green of young aspen. Last year it was June 10. We use a hand made apple picker my dad gave me many years ago. Maybe not the most effective tool, but loaded with many years of happy food gathering.

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Cherry Blues

Canadian Geese on the Narraguagus. And then there were three.

Canadian Geese on the Narraguagus. And then there were three.

Kingfisher, osprey, Canadian Geese, Labrador gulls, Bald eagles, Cedar waxwings, sunshine but no shad. We came to Cherryfield for an extended deep breath. We sit in the sun, coffees at our sides, it is 7 :30 am. We yoga-ed facing the sunrise, then cast a few lines at Stillwater Pool aka the Shad Hole. Saw a salmon roll, (as in Eskimo roll, not crabroll) and a kingfisher breakfasting, D. calls them blue chatterers. A Blue Heron slowly lifted off and moved up river. Blueberry blossoms are warm ivory by the roadside.

The sound of the Narraguagus is a constant presence here. It was our companion last evening as we ate sushi and sipped wine. It followed alongside us as we walked the old rail trail, it was a loud stage whisper out our bedroom window throughout the night, and is heckling us now as we drink coffee on the deck by the carriage house, our retreat.

The Englishmans B+B in Cherryfield has a meadow sloping to the river’s edge, the carriage house is high above, binoculars ready on the window sills.

After breakfast we return to the pool before leaving Cherryfield. Yesterday evening the Canadian Geese had four goslings, today there are three.