A Chilly October Morning In The PPL Wetlands.
It was a chilly October morning on Saturday here in Northeastern Pennsylvania. As usual, I decided to drive to, and hike in, the PPL Wetlands and Riverlands in Salem Township Luzerne County. Upon arriving in the wetlands area of the nature preserve, I walked down to the banks of the Susquehanna River.
I followed the trail to it’s end and walked back along the canals in the wetlands. Unlike last week, when I heard the a chorus of frogs, crickets and katydids because of the mild temperature, the chilly October air silenced the frogs and insect. The only sounds I heard where the songs of a few catbirds and song sparrows.
The fall flowers added more color to the falls woods. I never realized the many species of that bloomed in October until I started using my plant identification iPhone app. I had assumed they were either a species of aster or daisy. According to my app there are many similar but slightly different species. These are common blue wood asters.
There were no ducks, geese or great blue herons on the lake. But, I did hear the chatter of a kingfisher and watched it fly across the lake a few time, unfortunately, too fast to allow me to get any photos. I did see a couple of small flycatchers. I am not positive but I think they were eastern pewees and not eastern phoebes, but I have a hard time distinguishing these very similar birds.
The wood ducks were not on their usual log. I thought they may have left the wetlands but I encountered about a flock of two dozen of them in another part of the wetlands. They quickly flew off as I approached. The only other bird I saw was this titmouse . It wasn’t a good day for wildlife observations, but it was still an enjoyable walk on a chilly October morning. These wetlands never disappoint in providing that. Here is a link to a gallery on my website with more photographs from my chilly October morning hike. PPL Wetlands October 3 2020.
October sunshine bathed the park with such a melting light that it had the dimmed impressive look of a landscape by an old master. Leaves, one, two at a time, sidled down through the windless air. ~Elizabeth Enright