I can't believe that it's autumn already. It'll be October in another week. How can that be? Where has the year gone? Time is moving at such breathtaking speeds that I can only stand and stare at the calendar in utter disbelief. Of course, I haven't exactly been sitting around letting moss grow between my toes. I just got back in town the week before last and I'm leaving again next week.
Aside from West Hylebos Park, this is one of the things that's been keeping me occupied. It's called steampunk. If you haven't heard of it, you should google it and check it out. Steampunk is full of movers and shakers, designers, artisits, musicians, authors, film-makers, and creators of all kinds. It's loads of fun for the whole family. Everyone from eight to eighty is in love with steampunk. Steamcon IV will take over in Bellevue the weekend of October 26th. Why don't you set aside that Saturday or Sunday to drop by and check us out? You might end up joining the steampunk evolution.
September 24th was a perfect day to visit West Hylebos Park. The weather was gorgeous and, although a lot of the plant-life in the park is busy shutting down for winter, there was actually quite a bit of activity going on. Snakes, for instance, could be found sunning themselves along the edges of the trail.
There have been far fewer brush rabbits this year than in the two previous years, but you can still find one here and there. I spotted this one over near Marlake. It looked like it was trying to find a way through the fence so that it could raid Becca's garden. Naughty bunny!
I saw a Steller's jay flitting from tree to tree near the beginning of the boardwalk trail. They usually emit loud warning calls when they spot me, but this one either didn't notice me or was too busy to care. He was so quiet that, if it weren't for his movement, I'd never have know he was there.
This beautiful young sparrow was eating berries from one of the hawthorn trees. It may have been a young white-crowned sparrow, but I wasn't able to get a good enough look at it, so I'm not sure. As soon as the birds begin migrating, the hawthorn should be full of hungry birds, but I haven't witnessed huge flocks of birds moving through yet. Nights are getting very cool though, so the signal to move should occur any time now.
Chickadees were, of course, being chickadees. They're such clowns. The minute they notice a person moving down the trail, they start flitting from branch to branch, chirping up a storm, as if they're deliberately trying to attract attention. They're such hams! Several much larger birds (judging by their sound) in the forest seemed to be extremely upset by something. They were creating an enormous racket that could be heard throughout the park. I spent a lot of time trying to spot what was making all of the noise, but they were too far back in the woods for me to see them from the trail. Whatever was upsetting the bigger birds didn't seem to bother the chickadees at all. They appeared to be oblivious to the din.
A spotted towhee was also making it's unusual call. Nothing sounds quite like a towhee. Speaking of distinctive sounds, when I was over by the giant sitka spruce, I could hear the hoot hoot, h-o-o-t, hoot hoot, h-o-o-t, of an owl coming from the opposite side of the wetland. Of course, there was no direct route to where the hooting seemed to be coming from. No matter which direction I chose to go, it was going to be a long loopy trek to the other side. The hooting had long stopped by the time I got over there and I couldn't spot an owl anywhere in the area. Oh, well. I tried. Win a few - lose a few.
The pacific water parsely is in seed now. These prolific plants disappear in the winter, then grow so rapidly throughout the spring and summer that they completely clog the open water where they grow. In the summer they put out large heads of lacy white blossoms that remind me a little bit of Queen Anne's lace; then, in the autumn, the white blossoms transform into these brilliant reddish-pink seed-heads. They are absolutely gorgeous!
We haven't had any more than a trace of rain in a very long time, so Marlake is rapidly shrinking. All of the grass you see growing in the lower portion of this photograph should be underwater. As dry as it seems to us right now, it's still not as dry as it was last year at this time. Last year, I was able to walk out to the very middle of the fallen logs on the north side of the lake and photograph the lake from there. Yesterday, that area was still under water, impossible to walk on. But, even that wasn't as bad as it can get.
This is what Marlake looked like about ten years ago. Now, that was a dry year!
There are still plenty of dragonflies around to watch. These are my favorites. Even though they're so curious and will fly right up and hover in front on you, wondering what you are, they're nearly impossible to photograph. Every part of these dragonflies is in motion, so all I usually get is a great big blur. This is actually the clearest photograph I've been able to take so far. My camera just isn't fast enough to stop the motion. Every time I see one of these, I think of dinosaurs. I mentioned that to a young gent I was escorting through the park one day and he broke into an ear-to-ear grin. "Dinosaurs! Yeah! We need dinosaurs!" Kids have also told me that we should have crocodiles; or, at the very least, alligators. If a trip to the park meant risking a chance of being eaten, I wonder if that would decrease or increase the number of visitors?
Frogs were croaking all over the park. You'd almost think that it was spring with all of the croaking going on. I must have seen at least a dozen frogs, although I have rarely been able to find the chorus frogs who are actually doing all of the singing. Some of the frogs were sitting right out in the open, contrasting beautifully with the background.
Some were so well camouflaged that you would have to know what you were looking for and really concentrate in order to see them. There are actually two frogs in this photograph. Can you see them? One is on the upper left. The other is on the lower right.
This one was actually sitting inside of a hollow tree stump. He was so far back in the dark that I didn't think my camera would be able to see him, but there he is. Look at how long his toes are and how pointy his nose is.
As I was preparing to leave the park, I spotted Dana Buck up on a ladder, painting her house. It's still going to be yellow, but a lighter, brighter, cleaner yellow. She and I are both huggers; so, as soon as she saw me, she climbed down off of her ladder and ran over to give me a hug. We both burst out laughing when my eyes got big and I backed away from her. Ah, no, I don't think so. I love you, Dana, but I'm not going to hug you! LOL! Next time, I promise!
Teri I. Lenfest