This barn is located on GA-324 in Barrow County, Georgia a little west of GA-8.
A closeup.Click on an image to view a larger image
This barn is located on GA-324 in Barrow County, Georgia a little west of GA-8.
A closeup.
The location
I went back the following Monday on the off-chance that they might still be in the same area. And they were there. There were probably a hundred-plus ducks. They area nervous. When I stopped on the causeway – and I’ve stopped several times now – they turned and swam away to the north.
Closer
And closer still…
And then they flew off to the north shore by the woods. They weren't going to pose for close-ups.
I drove around the last corner before our drive and this Turkey Vulture (Cathartes aura) was feasting on something small in the center of the road. It flew up into a nearby tree. At first it seemed wary of my presence. After a short time it seemed more curious than wary.
It looks like a buck has sharpened his antlers on a tree in the campground area just to the right as we headed down to the trail.
The dock by the campground (segment 8) is still a magnetic feature for me. Some folk are fishing from the shore in the foreground; they are on the ‘yurt’ side of the campground (segment 7). It’s not possible to see the inlet from this angle.
The Nature Center at the far end of the lake (segment 10). The line of rocks extending into the lake in the middle of the photo extends from the point at the Fishing Area (segment 12-13). Someone is fishing from those rocks too.
The lake level has now been lowered just over eight feet. (Compare with the photo in this post).
Another photogenic tree stump – this time on segment 3 – exposed at low water. (Sadly, the stump I photographed previously has disappeared). The ring-billed gulls were still on the lake – off to the right of this point - but they were far from shore.
One tree ‘hosting’ another tree. I’m not sure what the ‘host’ tree is since it’s deciduous. It looks like this tree suffered some trauma that stopped the growth of a single trunk. The tree developed two branches that have become the tree. The original trunk is now a hollow bowl. A pine seed – probably a Loblolly Pine – germinated and is growing happily in the bowl.
A kayaker is enjoying a paddle. There were several kayakers on the lake.
A cluster of parchment fungi survive on a fallen tree trunk.
The field is ‘covered’ with Broomsedge (Andropogon virginicus) which stays a golden-brown throughout the winter. The snowfall bent and covered the grass to yield this fascinating appearance. When the snow melted the grass stood upright again.
The path to the creek. The path has ‘widened’ out again. The snow that had weighed down the branches of the Chinese Privet had dropped off and the branches had returned to their normal vertical position.
The path where the trunk of a dead tree had fallen
A view to the pasture on the adjacent property. The green grass is showing again.
The recently flooded path.
The back path was open again. I found this jelly fungus on a log just off the path. I was surprised to see it since I don't think of fungi in winter. Jennifer at A Passion for Nature also commented on one she saw recently and gives a nice review of the various jelly fungi that is worth checking out. I think mine is a Tremella mesenterica based on the fact that this species fruits year-round.
The path back up the hill.
I didn’t see any recognizable paw prints the previous day. The powder snow wouldn’t hold the tracks. After a day to warm the snow, a possum left its unmistakable prints.
The path to the creek. It was heavy going since we had 5-6 inches of powder snow. The path was narrower than usual. The snow had weighed down the branches of the Chinese Privet so that I had to push my way through at several points along the way.
A trunk of a dead tree had fallen across the path.
A view to a pasture on the adjacent property
The recently flooded path.
The pool. Now back to its normal size.
The back path; taken from the main path. That's not fog; the heat from the sun is already causing small snow showers as clumps of snow fall from the trees.
The path back up the hill.
The route with the back route
The first thing I noticed was that the water had cut a rivulet through the leaves on the path down to the creek. In fact, the water was still running quite fast down the steep incline just above the ledge (from B) to the path running along the creek (D).
As the rivulet reached the path along the creek, the flow spread out like river delta and…
Joined the water that had already accumulated to flood the path; compare with these photos (E). This was the first flooded section of path. The water was probably 3-4 inches deep. I tried to walk off to the side of the path but the water was as deep there as on the path. There was another stretch of water on the path before I reached…
The pool which had overflowed its banks. Compare with this photo.
I thought I might be able to use the back route (G) back to the path up the hill. I waded though about 50 yards of water which as 3-4 inches deep and turned the corner to the final section only to find that the water continued, even deeper. So I turned around an waded back through the three stretches of water before I reached the dry path.
The route. It was an out-and-back walk. The water level was only a couple of feet low. Too bad I didn’t bring my boat.
A tree to the right as I set off across the bridge.
A view of the shoreline as I set off along the path to the east.
Budding Hazel Alder (Alnus serrulata) catkins. At one point along the shore, it’s only a foot step down onto the beach. I think this is an old road that once ‘crossed’ the lake and which ‘emerges’ from the lake at Segment 14-15. Anyway, this was the one of a few alders that was showing signs of life.
Looking along the shoreline near the end of this hike.
Some hikers crossing the pedestrian bridge.
The shoreline east of the boat launch. The water is almost up to the UGA rowing dock. Compare with these photos
The boat launch and dock. Compare with these photos.
Then they turned and came closer – towards Picnic Area #2 (Segment 15) - and it was clear that they were rowing or sculling – not certain yet. I had just been getting my mojo back to go out and scull only to find that the lake level had been lowered. Now I was envious. They were ‘out there’ and I wasn’t.
Sure enough, they came to the shore in front of the rowing dock. And it was a double! Sculling! These guys had class!
First job was to remove the oars.
Time to lift the shell out of the water.
Then to carry the shell to the boathouse. I was not only envious; I was downright jealous!