When we heard some crows making a raucous din, we hoped we might find the eagle or hawk they could be scolding. But no, no eagle or hawk that we could see. Just lots of very vocal crows, all congregating on a wooded island to share their news of the day as it darkened toward evening.
It wasn't raining, but the fog deposited droplets on the masses of tangled vegetation that lined the path.
In the dim misty light, the landscape seemed drained of all color, except for these splashes of brilliant red where woodland creatures had feasted on bittersweet berries.
No creatures had feasted as yet on the seeds of Basswood trees, whose branches silhouetted againt a gray sky appeared as elegant as Chinese ink drawings.
4 comments:
'Haven't seen the remains of eaten bittersweet berries like that before! I like the shot of the basswood.
catharus, my friend Sue suggested that these red messes were the remains of sumac berries, but the color and texture is more like that of the bittersweet, since the sumac berries are fuzzy and a darker red. But it's odd how they would be all clustered together like this. There were similar clusters in the snow all along the walkway. Lord knows, the bittersweet was an abundant resource -- unfortunately, since the vines were smothering many of the trees.
Yes, it sure looks like bittersweet.
Woodswalker.
I drop in at Mariannes. Your comments are so thoughtful and lovely . . . .
as is your photography.
Oh my.
m so in-turned, lately, that it feels good to pat another soul on the back . .
even if they don't need it :)
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