Karen’s fingers rest on a soft cushion of moss, one of the early plants to green up in departing winter.

Attention Please: Moss

It’s taunting the winter blahs with its vibrant green patches beneath the American elm. It’s part of the life that flourishes all around us whether we pay attention to it or not. This particular member of the Owl Acres family is a type of moss. We’re trying to identify which particular genus and/or species it […]

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In this “Only a Mother Could Love” view, a ragged-looking Spotted Towhee is pictured in molt. Most of his fluffy head feathers have been shed and he’s a sorry sight. This normal process will have the songbird re-feathered in a few days.

March Migrator: Spotted Towhee

A spotted towhee (Pipilo maculate) is visiting Owl Acres. Perhaps he got blown off course due to all the wind we’ve been having, or maybe he’s on his way to the arroyos and canyons of the desert southwest, or the mountains of the Rockies after a vacation in the south. Spotted towhees range from Western […]

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Fat brown rodent with prominent front teeth looks at the camera. American Beaver.

Civil Engineering: Beaver

A small creek known as Cherry Creek runs at the bottom of the hill near Owl Acres. We were surprised recently to see beaver activity at the creek. A beaver had built a dam across the creek, and had gnawed through a large tree near the bank. The creek is fed by drainage tile and […]

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A small group of bare trees stands in the north fence row on a late winter day. The sky is brilliant blue; the rest of the world is drab. The tree on the right is an American Elm, one of less than ten remaining on Owl Acres. On the left is a Black Walnut, in the middle is a Black Cherry and the little weedy trees among the big ones are Hackberries.

Survivors: American Elm

Several American elms stand guard around the perimeter of Owl Acres. They’re part of the mixed-species windbreak that slows the northwest wind on cold winter days.  They’re not the huge old American elms that were once such a part of Americana. Those beautiful old trees were planted along suburban streets, arching over to hold hands […]

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