I decided to meander around in the woods after the flood waters receded, just to see what might have been left behind.
The first thing I noticed when I walked in the woods was the Trillium is finally up and blooming!
Most of the buds aren’t fully opened yet, but these are some of the first flowers around here to welcome spring.
This particular variety, Trillium cuneatum, is also known as Whip-Poor-Will Flower, Cuneate Trillium, Large Toadshade, Purple Toadshade, Bloody Butcher, and Sweet Betsy. That’s sure a lot of different names for one little plant!
Nearby there was some Virginia Springbeauty (Claytonia virginica) blooming.
These little flowers pop up all over the place in the woods. Of course, after the flood waters had been through, they weren’t the only buds in the woods.
Nestled among the other flowers, there was a special metallic version known as “Bud Light”. It’s frustratingly long lasting in the woods, and the only flowers that appear with it are the blooming idiots who consume a little too much of this bud’s nectar.
I don’t know if this particular denizen of our woods tried any Bud Light, but he was certainly laid back.
In fact, this male box turtle was totally unconcerned by my presence and happy to pose for pictures. How do you like those bright red-orange eyes? That’s what makes it easy to tell this turtle is a guy! (The females have brown or light orange eyes.)
He was wandering near yet another patch of flowers, some Yellow Trout Lilies, also known as Dogtooth Violet.
They’re another one of the first wildflowers to bloom around here come spring. They are such a pretty bright yellow, and look particularly cheerful after the drab browns of winter.
Supposedly, this plant is called a TROUT Lily because the mottled leaves resemble the patterns seen on trout fish.
But these weren’t the only fishy things in the woods. Oh no. You see, along side one of my regular paths in the middle of the woods, I found a fish. Yep, that’s right, a fish. You want proof? Here’s a picture:
See, told ya!
At first I thought it was dead, considering the flood waters were long gone and there was only a little puddle of water left underneath it. However, when I touched the fish, it moved! Whoa! time for a rescue operation – get it to the creek quick!
I tried scooping it up with what little water there was, but the fish was unimpressed with my rescue efforts and flopped out onto some leaves. Now here’s where I wish I had someone following me around and taking movies of some of my misadventures. I mean, surely ONE of them would go over well enough on Funniest Home Videos to win the big prize!
Just picture a chubby old lady chasing after a little fish flopping all over the fallen leaves in the middle of the woods. I picked it up several times, but it was a slippery little devil and would manage to get loose once more, and there we’d go again… fish flopping, me hopping.
Finally I sandwiched it between some leaves to hold it fast and ran … well, stumbled really, as fast as I could to the creek, trying to get there before the fish ran out of air. I’m not sure which one of us was gulping for air the most by the time we made it to the creek.
Despite the prolonged lack of water, after I deposited the fish sandwich in the creek it wasn’t long until the fish was swimming off.
I took two pictures in quick succession, but by the second one he (she?) was long gone! (Do you suppose he’ll tell his buddies about his remarkable experience when a strange alien plucked him out of the woods? Maybe he’ll even appear on the Fishy Springer show on Small Fry TV!)
Since we were by the creek, our Farm Collie decided it was a good time to wade right in.
Toby loves playing in water no matter what the temperature is!
As you can see here, the flood waters left a lot of debris. All kinds of leaves and stuff caught in the branches of this fallen tree.
On the bank nearby, I found a black plastic milk crate which I carried back to the feed shed. I even found something to carry in it on my way out of the woods.
Yes, there was one last interesting thing Cast Away by the flood waters:
Like Wilson, this ball was washed to shore. I think it needs a name. Should it be another Wilson or something entirely different? It’s generic, with no name imprinted on it anywhere. What would you call a little mini-basketball left behind after a flood?
What with spring flowers, stranded fish, a turtle and cast away basketball, this was definitely one of the most interesting walks in the woods I’ve had in a while!