Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 14:53:28 -0500
Subject: They don’t know us as well as they think
From: Leta
To: “David L. Gorsline”
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Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1Amazon wants me to give you a bunch of Frank Sinatra for Valentine’s Day.
Because I love you more than that, I won’t.
Enroute: 7
A bit alarming, but nothing much to worry about. The county is starting work on a restoration project for the small stream valley that separates the high school campus from our townhouse cluster. They’ll be commandeering some of our parking lot as a staging area for the work. Hence, the ominous orange signs warning us that trucks will be in the neighborhood. I guess the sundry fire engines, garbage trucks, UPS vans, and various movers’ lorries that visit us from time to time don’t count.
The word “highway” on the sign, positioned as it is, right next to a speed bump, is perhaps the most incongruous bit.
But I will say this: I don’t envy the guys that had to dig post holes for these signs into the frozen ground.
Carderock lichens
Saturday, Paula DePriest led a workshop of mostly frozen participants to Carderock on the Maryland side of the river. Our subject: rock and tree lichens (the soil lichens being inaccessible due to snow cover). Soil, rock, or bark is only the substrate (although certain species do have a preference); the lichen gets no nourishment from it. In all cases, sugars are generated by algae held in the body (thallus) of the lichen, which comprises a fungus. Depending on your point of view, the alga is a captive of the fungus or (Dr. DePriest’s preference) is domesticated by the fungus.
Rocks in this area often are commonly home to a Mid-Atlantic specialty, Flavoparmelia baltimorensis. It’s the pale yellow-green (yellow to a lichenologist) lichen at the lower left of this badly-focused image, along with Lepraria sp. at the right and Pertusaria sp. at the left.
The olive-ish color and black specks of Porpidia sp. are fairly easy to learn. This individual is about 4cm across, as you can see from the scale card.
The relatively bright yellow of Candelariella sp. is also easy to find. This crustose lichen goes by the common name of Egg Yolk Lichen.
This Punctelia rudecta, a foliose lichen, was found on bark. The tiny punctuations in the lichen’s thallus, and the dark isidia surrounding them, don’t read in this image.
The good news is that there are about three dozen taxa of lichens of interest in the D.C. area. You can write a key (as Dr. DePriest has) to all of them that takes up only two pages. The bad news is that you need at least a hand lens to apply the key.
Change in an unexpected quarter
The discovery, by Abby van Den Berg and Tim Perkins of the University of Vermont, that maple sap can be pulled from a sapling’s roots under vacuum, rather dripping by gravity into a bucket attached to a mature tree, could revolutionize the maple syrup industry. Is that a good thing? Laura Sorkin isn’t so sure. And yet,
There has always been a romantic notion of the tradition of gathering sap in buckets with horse drawn sleighs and boiling it down over a wood-fired pan. That image has already been replaced by tubing instead of buckets, four-wheelers instead of horses and sugar houses that resemble modern factories.
Silver Line progress report: 35
Sand Box John predicts an opening of Phase I on a weekend in the first half of May.
Emptying the shoebox
A holiday weekend affords some time to scan some old photos.

Erstwhile cars and girlfriends, much loved. Did I really have that much stuff growing in my front yard? I think that’s my neighbor’s Mitsubishi 3000GT behind Algernon.

A Yellow-crowned Night-Heron (Nyctanassa violacea) foraging at Huntley Meadows Park. This might have been my lifer.
Is this the original boardwalk at Huntley Meadows? I don’t think so, but it’s what we had in 1991.

Obsessions with the built environment on a trip to the Pacific Northwest in 1993. Bonneville Dam and its generator room.

The bascule Johnson Street Bridge in Victoria. Today, it’s in the process of being replaced.
Where else in the world but Portland would you find an official city park the size of a manhole? Welcome to Mill Ends Park.
At the park: 64
Construction is complete for the wetlands restoration project at Huntley Meadows Park! Some additional planting and trail work remains, but the period of monitoring and maintaining has begun.
Park manager Kevin Munroe led a special-access “backstage” mini-tour of the dam and water control structure for a group of volunteer staff on Saturday. Working backwards, as it were, this is a view of the outflow into Barnyard Run. As you can see, everything is still rather raw and artificial looking. The sine wave-like curves of this stream haven’t yet been naturalized to a messier state. Kevin says that the park will take an “adaptive management” approach to the project. If the beavers drag one log across this watercourse (beavers abhor moving water), it won’t necessarily be removed.

The water control structure itself is disguised as an observation platform, via the addition of the protective railing. At left, a view upstream, looking at the main wetland. At right, water flows right to left through the baffles and chambers of the structure, through a buried concrete culvert, into the outflow.
Manholes for easy (depending on what you think “easy” means) access to the interior of the structure, for cleaning out debris.
The observation platform itself, accessible from the South Kings Highway side of the park via the hike-bike trail and a new stone dust trail, is obscured from view from the main observation tower and boardwalk by an artificial knoll. Even though it’s possible to access the dam and water control structure from the boardwalk side of the park, this is discouraged by management, for a number of reasons I won’t go into here. But making the platform and tower mutually invisible makes the crossing less tempting.
The working part of the dam is an interlocking wall of vinyl sheet pilings. All you can see of the wall is the plastic strip that runs along the top, the straight white line in this image. From an engineering and hydrology standpoint, the earthen berm enclosing the dam on both sides is unnecessary: it’s purely for naturalization. (Cf. the unsheathed impoundment walls that you see on many National Wildlife Refuges.) The ground has been planted with native grasses and vines, and the hope is that by summer the dam and its berm will be covered with chest-high grass and access-dissuading, thorny greenbrier and raspberry canes. Something to check back on in a few months.
Something else to look for in the future: A few trees have been caged in metal fabric to prevent beavers from taking them down—there’s a Red Maple right next to the “phoebe bridge.” Soon, you will see more trees thus caged, but these are trees that park staff understand will be killed by inundation as water from the project finds its new level. These will become snags, standing dead trees that serve as habitat for all sorts of organisms, and are thus valued by foresters.
There’s a great photoset of work-in-progress images curated by the Park Authority. In particular, you can see the interlocking sheets that make up the dam, before they were covered in dirt.
It’s in your oatmeal
At Botany POTD, Taisha explains, with compelling examples, Vavilovian mimicry, whereby a weedy taxon takes on characteristics of a domesticated crop by unintentional, generally human-induced, selection.
As droll as it gets
…perhaps I possess a certain Midwestern sensibility that I inherited from my mother and her parents, a sensibility that Warren Buffett seems to share: that at a certain point one has enough, that you can derive as much pleasure from a Picasso hanging in a museum as from one that’s hanging in your den, that you can get an awfully good meal in a restaurant for less than twenty dollars, and that once your drapes cost more than the average American’s yearly salary, then you can afford to pay a bit more in taxes.
—Barack Obama, The Audacity of Hope (2006)
Silver Line progress report: 34
A couple of months ago, signage in existing stations that the Silver Line will service began to be updated. In some cases, the line and its soon-to-be terminus are already identified, as here at East Falls Church, which is where it will join the Orange Line.
Elsewhere, signs are temporarily covered in Metro-brown wrappings (I suspect at underground stations where the adhesive isn’t exposed to the elements). But you can just pick out the “East” part of the station name, thanks to the bright light of my camera’s flash.
Chilly reception
One helpful side effect of the recent escaped polar vortex: the potential to check invasive insect species in the mid-Atlantic, Northeast, and northern tier states:
“The lethal temperature for the woolly adelgid is minus 4 or 5 degrees Fahrenheit,” said Richard S. Cowles, a scientist with the Connecticut Agricultural Experiment Station, a state research center. “I was cheering a couple of days ago because most of the adelgids will be dying from the temperatures we saw.”
Great Falls Park ramble
Leta was a good sport and went along with me on a New Year’s Day walk in Great Falls Park. I hadn’t expected that the trails would be muddy (we were just wearing sneakers, on our way to a party at Tel’s), so we picked our way more carefully than usual. And once we’d been to the Matildaville ruins (always a bit of a letdown), I hadn’t expected that Leta would want to scooch down the river trail. But we did, and I found some nice patches of Wild Oats to show her. And I think that my mystery plant, still in fruit, was Sweet Cicely.
Need to start making reservations
My WATCH assignments for 2014:
- Funny Money, Cooney
- Les Misérables, Schönberg/Boublil/Natel/Kretzmer/Nunn/Caird/Hugo
- An Inspector Calls, Priestley
- Black Coffee, Christie
- Blues for an Alabama Sky, Cleage
- Monty Python’s Spamalot, Du Prez/Innes/Idle
- A Mid-summer Night’s Dream, Shakespeare
And the show TBD is very popular this year. I’m seeing it four times.
Some links: 68
Collecting a couple of birding-related links from various places:
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Andrea Alfano explains how the conjunctivitis epidemic among House Finches (Carpodacus mexicanus) was tracked with citizen science observers through Project FeederWatch.
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Christopher Cokinos calls out one of my particular bêtes noires: the indiscriminate use by sound designers of vocalizations of Red-tailed Hawk (Buteo jamaicensis).
One irony of this hawk’s cry becoming the popular call of the wild is that red-tails occupy a range of habitats we don’t normally think of as “nature.” I’ve seen red-tails flying over busy streets and perching on light poles by shopping centers while they tear apart chipmunks or mice.
Where do I see this hawk most frequently? Posted up somewhere along the Beltway.
Not to mention Hollywood’s ventriloquizing that puts this noble buteo’s voice in the beak of Bald Eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus). Leta doesn’t know much about birds, but she does know that this squeaky-voiced eagle really sounds like Mike Tyson.
I love ya Vermont, but this is still wrong
As of current estimates of population, 1 July 2013:
State of Wyoming
Resident men, women, and children: 582,658
Voting representatives in the U. S. Senate and U. S. House of Representatives: 3State of Vermont
Resident men, women, and children: 626,630
Voting representatives in the U. S. Senate and U. S. House of Representatives: 3District of Columbia
Resident men, women, and children: 646,449
Voting representatives in the U. S. Senate and U. S. House of Representatives: 0
North Dakota (723,393 and 3) is booming, but will D.C. catch her before full enfranchisement happens?
