Downstream, Part 1

Harper's Run, a Pennypack tributary in Lorimer Park.

A week ago last Saturday (August 25), my wife Mary and I made a six-mile loop hike along the creek downstream of the Pennypack Preserve.  Two miles downstream of the southern preserve boundary, the creek flows into Lorimer Park, a Montgomery County park, and then on into Philadelphia Philadelphia's Pennypack Park on its way to its mouth at the Delaware River.  We parked in the county park and walked the streamside path downstream into the city.  Once the creek crosses the city line, it is bordered by two paths, a dirt footpath on its east bank, and a paved bicycle path along its west bank.  We decided to walk the dirt footpath downstream, cross the Krewstown Road bridge, and return upstream on the paved bike path.  I'm going to divide my account and pictures into two parts: the views from our walk downstream first, followed by a second, shorter post recounting our walk back to the car.  

A beautiful mature oak near Harper's Run; alas, not long for this world.

An old oak alongside the dirt footpath in Pennypack Park

Waiting for David to take yet another picture

Scarred and abused - oh so typical in the city park

Healing below the graffiti line

The inhabitant was perched at the mouth of the web, but ran for cover when I stopped to capture its image

Feather of a Downy or Hairy Woodpecker (Picoides pubescens or P. villosus) on an American beech log

Near our first road crossing along the trail (Verree Road) at the Pennypack Nature Center, we came upon this stagnant stone-walled spring pool.  Fans of the CBS television show Cold Case set in Philadelphia might remember an episode in which a victim was found drowned in a woodland pond.  The scene was filmed at this spot.

Before it was dammed in 27 places during European colonial times to generate water power for milling, Pennypack Creek historically hosted an anadromous run of shad; the dams quickly put an end to that, since the first dam, built in Holmesburg just two miles upstream of the creek's mouth, blocked the creek (and the shad run) in 1697.  Today, only two dams remain in place, the others having been breached by floods or removed intentionally so that shad runs could be restored.  This dam, a very popular recreational and aesthetic feature known locally as "The Falls" of the Verree Road Dam, is failing of its own accord - the creek is quickly eroding around the east side of the dam.

Significant erosion around the east side of The Falls dam

Throughout the park, there are beautiful native stone bridges and walls. As in so many urban parks in the United States, the city just doesn't have the money to take care of these cultural, historic and aesthetic amenities, and they are disappearing through neglect and vandalism.  This is the rampart wall of a bridge over a tributary called Paul's Run.

View downstream from the Paul's Run bridge

A streamside sycamore with an unusual growth habit

"The Scream" au natural

"The Yelp"

White Wood Aster (Aster divaricatus)

Rock art on a creekside boulder

Mile-a minute weed (Persicaria perfoliata) growing alongside the creek and perforated by imported biocontrol weevils (Rhinocominus latipes).  This annual vine is an invasive alien scourge in the Mid-Atlantic states.

One of our favorite reaches of the creek

A sandy run below the rocky riffle

Just downstream of this point, we crossed the Krewstown Road bridge and returned upstream.  Stay tuned...

Glorious Late Summer

Last evening, my wife Mary had to work an hour late, so I had a chance to have dinner ready when she came in the door.  After we ate, I told Mary that we had to go for a walk to take advantage of the nicest weather so far this side of summer since we were enjoying low humidity, a light breeze , and temperatures in the low 70s.  My ulterior motive, though, was to look for migrating Nighthawks over the Raytharn grasslands.

For some reason (probably because it was getting late and this was only going to be a short walk), I decided not to take my camera.  Naturally, a big mistake.  We walked out into the beautiful grasslands full of head-high flowering Indian-grass and Purple-top, and approached the top of the hill with exhilaratingly expansive views across the meadows.  The sun was setting behind clouds and was producing one of the most beautiful celestial displays we've ever enjoyed--but I didn't have my camera.  The image above is borrowed from the Internet, but is remarkably similar to what I would have captured out in the meadows.

And the Nighthawks didn't disappoint.  We counted seven wheedling high up in the sky, joined at a slightly lower altitude by Chimney Swifts.

One phenomenon that I have noticed at the beginning of each autumn is a nightly streaming of perching birds, most of which seem to be American Robins.  As sunset approaches, birds stream across the meadow skies from northeast to southwest.  I believe that the birds are flying to a communal roost for the night somewhere southwest of the Pennypack Preserve, but I have no idea where these hundreds of birds end up.  Scanning from horizon to horizon, there may be a dozen or so birds visible at any given moment.  As some birds disappear in the southwest, their numbers are reinforced by new birds appearing from the northeast.

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We've had a Sedge Wren (or pair of Sedge Wrens) in the Raytharn grasslands near the Creek Road cul-de-sac for at least two weeks, and its/their continued presence was confirmed by four birders yesterday (Wednesday, August 29) afternoon.  Sedge Wrens are threatened in Pennsylvania, so we're really fortunate to host this species.

Submitted by David Robertson. Executive Director

One Trail Twelve Times - August: A Study in Purple

Welcome...

... to the inaugural post in the Pennypack Ecological Restoration Trust's natural history blog, Pennypack's Natural Landscapes.  Most of the time, the Pennypack Trust's Executive Director, Dr. David Robertson, will be posting entries about the natural history of the Pennypack Preserve in Huntingdon Valley, Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, but the blog may also feature the thoughts and observations of other Pennypack staff members.  Add this blog to your reading list, and come on along for an occasional walk.

I'll start off with an account of the August edition of our monthly walk series, "One Trail Twelve Times," along the newest trail in the Pennypack Preserve, the Beech Springs Trail.

A Monarch (Danaus plexippus) nectaring on Joe-pye-weed (Eupatorium dubium)

A Tiger Swallowtail (Papilio glaucus) nectaring on New York ironweed (Vernonia noveboracensis)

August is the purple month, at least here in the preserve's meadows.  Deep purple New York ironweed, while just a bit past its prime, is still going strong, and soft magenta Joe-pye-weed is in its glory, much to the delight of butterflies and bumblebees.

I only had two walkers join me for August's exploration of the Beech Springs Trail last Sunday afternoon, August 19, but my companions were exactly the kind of folks I was hoping to draw for my monthly rambles because one was a wildflower devotee and the other was a  dedicated photographer eager to learn the identities of the plants he was photographing.  The afternoon was overcast and cool, and we enjoyed our 0.6-mile walk so much that we we out for over two hours.

The wet meadows are awash in New York ironweed...

...and Joe-pye-weed

New York ironweed and Virgin's-bower vine (Clematis virginiana)

Danger lurks amid the beauty

More purple...

Pink Wild Bean (Strophostyles umbellata)

Yellows are still common in the meadows, now dominated by several species of goldenrod (Solidago spp.)

Puzzling over the identity of a mint.

A leafhopper poorly camouflaged on wild strawberry (Fragaria virginiana)

Butterfly-weed (Asclepias tuberosa) on the dry upper slopes of the meadow

Red hips of multiflora rose (Rosa multiflora)...

...and large, orange hips of pasture rose (Rosa carolina or R. virginiana)

Halfway through out walk, we entered the mature oak and beech woodland sheltering the eponymous Beech Springs.  Because of the high white-tailed deer density, the understory is dominated by spicebush (Lindera benzoin), which the deer are reluctant to eat.  Nevertheless, the bushes provide lots of fatty fruit ready to fuel the southward songbird migration.

Ripe spicebush drupes

One of the Beech Spring runs

For the first time during this series of monthly walks, the banks of the three spring runs were bare.  The skunk cabbages (Symplocarpus foetidus) that had cloaked the banks since January were gone...or so they appeared until we got closer and saw that next year's plants were already emerging from the black organic muck.

Next year's skunk cabbage sprouts (and one of last year's decomposing fruiting bodies) in the spring run.

A hickory (Carya spp.) fruit partially stripped of its husk.  Perhaps a squirrel was interrupted by one of Red-tailed Hawks (Buteo jamaicensis) that regularly patrols the woods.

Once through the woods, we returned to dry meadows where common milkweed (Asclepias syriaca) seed heads were ripening amid the goldenrods.

Galls of two sorts on goldenrod

Wild Potato-vine (Ipomoea pandurata)

The flowering dogwoods (Cornus florida) at the edge of the meadow were already showing distinct signs of the approaching autumn.

The final leg of the trail winds through an allee of huge, mature white pines (Pinus strobus) planted in the 1920s.  They've been there so long, they've laid down a thick duff of fine needles that supports all sorts of mushrooms.  I expect we'll see more variety next month, typically the best month for hunting for fungi.

Probably Yellow-ocher (or Firm) Russula (Russula ochroleuca)

The "one that got away":  my best image of the day might have been one of an Eastern garter snake curled up and snoozing on some dense meadow vegetation about three feet above the ground.  However, when I called my walking companions over to see the snake, it uncurled and slithered away.  I could have kicked myself for not taking a picture first.