Mint Springs
More than a week ago we walked around the
pond at Mint Springs Park. It was almost
dark. Spring had come to the park
showing itself first in the beautiful blossoms of the park’s fruit trees, light
against the looming darkness, and then as the eye sharpened, in the soft and feathery look of the hardwood trees on the hills; a few weeks before the hills
had looked hard and brushy.
We listened to the
mating trill of the small American Toad. The
trill, sounded continuously around the pond except wherever we were; it is a sharp
and musical sound, at several closely related pitches. The small toads roiled the water in the place
between the cattails and the bridge to the children’s beach.
A week or two before last week the goose flock had broken
into couples. Now the others left the
pond to one couple at the upper pond and one at the lower pond. In each couple the gander, with pale breast
and upright neck, guarded the goose who fed without cease on the turf. We
always talk in low peaceful voices to the couple as we cross the dam. The geese remain in place but hum anxiously
to each other. A car driven by a
scofflaw, drove to the highest point of the park, by Shelter Two, and a dog jumped
out the window. Nothing looks as joyful as
a dog freed of its bonds. The dog ran
down to the parking area, defecated, and then ran down and out of sight towards
the entrance to the park, followed closely by his owner’s car. When the dog drew near the geese they squawked
hysterical squawks and flew to the middle
of the pond. We can always count on geese
to provide drama.
We thought we saw the wake of the resident muskrats. They are shy creatures who show themselves towards
dark. The muskrats have taken possession
of the beaver lodges left behind when the beavers were relocated a few years ago.
Assateague.
Today we are staying at Chincoteague and visiting Assateague. The contrast with our park is overwhelming. This place is as beautiful as the park. We drive to Assateague in
daytime to look at the ocean and the birds and in the evenings to gawp at the sunsets. After many years of consulting Peterson’s
Field Guide to the Birds, and a few years of consulting Sibley’s, I am still
confused by sandpipers, plovers, and ducks.
I’m beginning to sort out the gulls with the help of a list of visiting birds
that the NPS posts at the ranger station.
The commonest gulls are the elegant black, gray, and white Laughing Gulls. These gulls fish the waters in
Assateague Channel between Chincoteague and Assateague. They pose, placed equidistant on the bridge
across the channel, tipped forward at just the same angle to spot the
fish. On the beach they face into the
wind and the sun.
The egrets seem more collegial these days than they were. A pool in the brackish channel on the way to the ocean hosts a variety of egrets. We’ve seen the beautiful Great Egrets, mingled with Snowy Egrets in the pool, and perched on nearby trees.. The latter have black bills and black legs with yellow toes (to lure careless fish I think). An occasional squat Cattle Egret hangs out in the pool. At this season,, the mating plumes of these birds blow gracefully in the wind. The species have no trouble getting along when the fish are abundant. The Great Blue Heron is more solitary; herons fish by themselves, widely spaced. They are much rarer than the egrets.
The egrets seem more collegial these days than they were. A pool in the brackish channel on the way to the ocean hosts a variety of egrets. We’ve seen the beautiful Great Egrets, mingled with Snowy Egrets in the pool, and perched on nearby trees.. The latter have black bills and black legs with yellow toes (to lure careless fish I think). An occasional squat Cattle Egret hangs out in the pool. At this season,, the mating plumes of these birds blow gracefully in the wind. The species have no trouble getting along when the fish are abundant. The Great Blue Heron is more solitary; herons fish by themselves, widely spaced. They are much rarer than the egrets.
The Snow Geese are here too. We have seen migrating
flocks of these birds in mesmerizing murmurations. The birds are not here in such great numbers
this spring, but they still transfix the viewer when they fly close together. They swirl and dip in beautiful patterns, picked
out by the light. Their patterns remind
of the swirls of schools of fish.
Pine bark beetle periodically attacks the pines
here. The pine bark infestations kill
local pines, which die and rot, enriching the earth. Young pines spring up, become infected and
die. The cycle is old. An
area along the road to the beach has been bulldozed – it’ll eventually be an
area for penning the ponies. The area looks
devastated – as if a developer has had his way here. The infested pines have been cut down and
hauled away.
The last strong storm that hit Assateague this winter swept
away much of the parking area at the beach along with the beach sand. The sea is eating away at this island. Now the old parking area is closed for giant
earth-moving equipment to do repair work.
Huge piles of red dirt and oyster shells line the old parking area. A small parking area is open to the north of the
old one. Slightly north of that parking place, signs
and ropes close off the threatened Piping Plover's nesting site.
Assateague is a barrier island run by the National Park
Service, the Fish and Wildlife Service, and the Chincoteague Firemen. The firemen run the famous Chincoteague
ponies. The Nature Conservancy owns a
large part of the north of the island, which is off limits to tourists. Assateague is a complicated
jurisdiction.
Misty of Chincoteague was published in 1947 when I was eight, but I never read the book. Though I enjoy seeing them often this trip, I’m
underwhelmed by the Chincoteague wild ponies.
They are penned sometimes, they are fed when forage is scarce, they are
rounded up twice a year for medical checks and vaccinations, and the herd is
culled for auction once a year every summer.
They don’t seem very wild. The
ponies and the beach are vital to the economic survival of Chincoteague. Chincoteague survives on its tourists and its
watermen. For the most part people live
here because they love the place.
The wind has been strong this last week and the weather
cold. We had one day and one afternoon
of rain. The colors of the ocean vary
with the light. It has been dark blue, teal,
lime green, and pale mint with breakers and reflections tinted peach from the
setting sun. The wind makes a white veil
up from the breakers.
I love these two places.
Getting to know them soothes my itchy feet. Perhaps I'll inhabit some other paradise in some other life. These are enough for this one.
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