The BeidlerFest

From the Swamped! to the Swamp

Tuesday, May 25, 2010, found us at the Beidler Forest.  You can learn more about the Forest at their Audubon website here.  We took the boardwalk tour which winds through the forest for almost two miles. 

The main gate

There are other sources about the Beidler Forest – visit various websites full of information (using our friend Ms. Google), lots more information than I can provide.  I’ll just post the photos of our day with a little commentary here and there.

1000 Years in the Making

Hardwood trees are uprooted by the wind. Trees like pines will snap. Yup. Hardwood.

Same hardwood.

Same tree stretches into the forest.

On the rail in the photo above, you see the guidebook provided by the information center.  You make the tour at your own pace.

Tired of trees yet? There's more to come. Hey, what else would you expect. We're in a forest.

There's sunlight peeking through the canopy.

Another info marker. Sorry for the shadows. WE'RE IN A FOREST.

Cypress knees.

Sugar admires the cypress tree growing next to the boardwalk.

Two types of trees excel here, the Cypress and the Tupelo.

Bald Cypress.

Same tree from further back. I can't get any of these trees completely in one photo. Too big.

Same tree. More sunlight.

We used insect repellent before we got out of the car.  We had gone just a short distance along the boardwalk when we realized there were no insects.  No mosquitoes, no flies, no flying insects.  One of the info markers said the lack of insects was because of the insect-eating birds, and that mosquitoes will not lay eggs on flowing water.  This water appeared to be still, but apparently it moved so slowly that mosquitoes chose other breeding grounds.  There was a deliciously cool breeze that moved through the swamp under the canopy of trees, although the day was hot. 

A little yellow bird perched over our heads. A little insect-eating bird.

This little bird, the Prothonotary Warbler, nests in the hollow of trees.

The warbler perched over our heads and gave out a cheery little song of five tweets, although he does not belong to Twitter.  Sugar asked me if I could describe the song.  As if.  When I said, “Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet”, he just gave me a bad look, like I was making a bad joke.  But I wasn’t.  If you sing “tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet” in a high pitch, you could be mistaken for a Prothonotary Warbler.

Tiny tracks along the swamp floor.

This tree was cut down for some reason. The next two photos look inside the base of the tree. This is probably a tupelo gum, which is hollow.

The top of the stump.

Looking deeper into the stump, it's completely hollow to the ground, and there's an opening at the bottom.

The farthest point out on the boardwalk has an observation tower at the lake. We saw turtles sunning themselves, and Al E. Gator.

Closer to our friends, the turtles. One more is half-submerged in the upper left.

Same turtles, same poor photography. No telephoto lens.

This shot was taken looking the the opposite direction of the turtles. Mr. Al E. Gator is a whitish sliver floating along the lake.

The location of the whitish sliver has changed.

And Mr. Al has moved yet again. He's in the middle left of the picture.

Why are swamps important?

Look beyond the sign. The swamp is important because there is nothing else like it. It is a flooded forest, whereas a marsh is a flooded grassland.

And that’s your lesson for today.

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2 Responses to “The BeidlerFest”

  1. Ann SHahid Says:

    Thanks so much for sharing your visit at Beidler Forest.
    I hope others will come to this magical place as a result of
    your sharing.
    Ann Shahid

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