Birds

We saw and heard many different birds in the beautiful 70 degree weather.
Such as:

• Tree swallows


• Hummingbirds


• Ovenbirds


• Bluejays


• American Robin


• Gray Catbird

Springtime

The tall grass, whistling in the wind.

The crystal-like water, glowing in the river.

The soft clouds, glistening in the sunlight.

The dainty flowers swaying with the breeze.

The evergreen trees cascading down the hills.

Poem by Maia, Nicole, and Bailey.

Plants in Bloom

The shad bush is now in bloom with white flowers. The bush is also called the service berry because in the winter they couldn't bury people. They buried them when the shad bush was in bloom using the flowers on the graves.

Winter Field Haiku

the trees stand alone
with the ice coating the ground
silence is with them

Winter Den

This den was found. It is thought to be home to rodents before it was possibly dug out futher by a predator.

Track and Apple

The track featured is a canine track either a red fox or a coyote.
The apple pictured in the hand was chewed by rodents over the winter.

Grassland soils

Camel's Hump Middle School students take a grassland soil sample.  November 2010.

Poem by Bailey W.

Quiet chirps of the small grasshoppers fill my ears. This place grows and grows more over the long years.

The river rushing below sends water to all, resulting in drinks for all who answer nature’s wild call.

Wind rustles through my hair as if to give me a silly dare. “Run faster than the voles. Be sure to not fall into any holes.”

People, who don’t ever see such dainty plants and such, are missing way too much.

If you yearn to hear the rush of water, the wind in your hair, and where the grass rolls on and on,

There’s only one place called the Audubon.

What I Hear by Maia P.

Swish, swish. I hear the distant water crashing against rusty cracked rocks. The wind clearing my mind, slowly taking over my every move. I feel like flying, to get away from earth, to become a sound or maybe even to become invisible. Out of sight, out of mind. Every so often, a faint noise echos inside my mind, all my focus becomes centered on that noise. Whether it is a bird, car, an animal walking on grass, the wind knocking something over, or an acorn falling from a tree, i still hear it. However i only hear these things when time stops, the world becomes clear to me, as clear as crystal water dripping down into a silent lake. When time stops, i realize how beautiful the world really is. I feel the crisp air across my face. I see all the tiny pieces of grass that are just growing there, how they feel every movement. I inhale the fresh aroma of nature, and release more carbon dioxide every time. The sky begins to darken, and the crisp air becomes smooth.