Bright and early Saturday morning, I joined my fellow birders in a walk around the VW wetland. After we saw many heron perched on their nests in a giant heron rookery and a collection of Canada Geese roosting on top of a beaver hut, we made our way back through the brambles to a trail that allowed us to circle the wetland.
This took a little bush-whacking. Well, whacking may be an exaggeration. It was more like taking 3 steps forward and then freezing in place when caught in the brambles and peeling the brambles off carefully, trying not to rip skin in the process. Then, three more steps forward. Fortunately, once we made it to the trail cut by the surveyors, we were able to make good progress.
Everyone develops their own methodology for getting through brambles. I think there are 3 main approaches to bramble thrashing, which one you choose is generally dependent on what you are wearing.
The three main approaches to brambles were: 1) accelerate through them as fast as possible and stop for nothing (approach taken by people who had on several layers and/or thick skin and who don’t care much for their top layer), 2) Accelerate until you get stuck and then stop (approach taken by people with several layers but who do care about not ruining their top layer), and 3) Pick you way through slowly and carefully (approach taken by people with not enough layers to protect their skin). I tended to fall into the 2nd category while our guide fell into the first. We didn’t have many people in the third category except when bare hands got tangled in thorns.
Thankfully, we all made it to the cleared trail with a minimal number of scratches. We worked our way around slowly, passing the top of a major beaver dam in the process. The work of the beavers was quite impressive–a testament to the expression “busy beaver.” They had built a dam that must have been a good 50 feet wide or more. It enclosed one end of the wetland, creating a waterfall given the amount of rain we’d been having. On the other side of the dam, the wetland continued. We was a second dam that had been broken apart. Apparently the humans have to break the second dam every couple of days to keep the water from getting too backed up in the wetland. The beavers are busy indeed.
As we came around the bend of the wetland, we spotted a male wood duck siting on top of a snag in the middle of a bright sunbeam. As we all admired him, one of our group was looking at a different wood duck on tip of a different snag–it was the mate. The male showed off for her, obviously trying to get her attention. She ruffled her feathers and acted indifferent, but I suspect they lived happily every after.