Saturday, August 13, 2016

Tobacco Worm in the Tomato Patch

Another hot August day in the tomato patch... 
When the sun, in its ceaseless journey, at long last ducks behind the big longleaf out front, the tomato worm pauses to catch its breath... 
Only, it's actually a tobacco worm, and not really a "worm" at all.


 A few weeks ago, when the tomato plants were at the peak of their summer blooming, the Carolina sphinx moth strategically placed her eggs on the underside of a leaf 
shortly before her life came to an end. 
Within a few days, the feast of life began for her offspring; 
and, with each successive instar, or stage of larval development, the caterpillars molted and became increasingly voracious.


Trickster sun has cleared the crown of the pine and decided to go out in a blaze of glory, bathing the garden and all its inhabitants again in the golden glow of not-quite-dusk-just-yet!
The temperature is still well into the eighties, and the humidity feels like it's about a hundred and ten percent here in the Sandhills, with no rain in sight. 


All of which conspires to make our seemingly satiated caterpillar resume its consumption of the tomato vine. The tobacco hornworm, larvae of the Carolina Sphinx Moth, Manduca sexta, is equally content to dine on the tobacco plant or tomato plant, both of which are members of the nightshade family, Solanaceae. It is a close cousin to the tomato hornworm, larvae of the Five Spotted Hawkmoth, Manduca quinquemaculata, and both are common here in North Carolina.  


The tobacco worm is distinguished by its seven diagonal white "stripes", bordered by black, while the tomato worm has white "arrowhead" markings pointing toward the head of the caterpillar. This large tobacco worm is in its last instar, and it is consuming the plant material, leaves, stalk and fruit at an impressive rate right now. 

Tonight, or perhaps tomorrow, it will drop to the ground and pupate beneath the soil, soon to emerge as an adult sphinx moth and resume this ages-old cycle of life and death and renewal. 


Meanwhile, not far away, dragonfly is in a bit of a pickle;


but that's a story for another day...

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Beauty in the Weeds...

Through the efforts of the Nature Conservancy and many of their friends and allies, a significant swathe of North Carolina's unique southeastern coastal plain habitat is maintained and protected in Brunswick County's Green Swamp Preserve. While best known for its fantastic array of carnivorous plants and orchids, the Preserve boasts a bevy of other botanical wonders as well, 
including a number of nifty "weeds".

In our years of meandering and musing about all things wild and wonderful in North Carolina, we've developed a great admiration for the native milkweeds (Genus Asclepias). We're fascinated by the genius of their flower structure, and the remarkable variety of blossom colors and arrangements to be found in the dozen or so species native to our home state.

So we were thrilled to encounter two milkweeds in the Green Swamp Preserve this weekend that were new to us at Hoot Owl Karma; 
Asclepias lanceolata, Fewflower Milkweed, and Asclepias rubra, or Red Milkweed.


The bold red-orange blossoms of A. lanceolata, pictured above and below, brought us to a screeching halt as we traversed a recently burned tract of longleaf pines between Lake Waccamaw and Supply, NC on Highway 211. 


While "Fewflower" is an apt description, the outrageous colors of this native beauty are impossible to overlook, perched atop their tall slender stems, sparsely decorated with opposite pairs of equally slender lance-shaped leaves, gently swaying in the warm summer breeze...


And, ironically, dancing right alongside her bright red kin, 
we spy Asclepias rubra, 
RED Milkweed,


in a half-dozen color forms, 

from the most delicate pale pinks,


to lovely magenta and purple,


all of which pale in comparison


the bold red hues of their few-flowered fellows!


Yes, in the heat and humidity of mid-summer down east,
there is beauty in the weeds...

Seventy-five miles or so to the north, and a bit further east, 
in the sandy soil of Croatan National Forest,
we encountered a third native milkweed,
also making its first appearance on Hoot Owl Karma,  
Asclepias humistrata
commonly known as Pinewoods or Sandhill Milkweed.


This fine example of Pinewoods Milkweed, appropriately enough, 
was lounging with a few friends beneath the longleaf pines 
near the trailhead for the Patsy Pond Nature Trail in Carteret County.


This individual also offers a great example of the sprawling habit of Asclepias humistrata, whose leaf and blossom laden branches rarely stand more than a few inches above the ground. 


The specific epithet, humistrata, roughly means "covering the ground", 
an accurate assessment of the plant's typical prostrate posture.


We camera-toting wanderers are far from the only ones drawn to these weeds;
pollinators flock from far and near, 


while pollinator predators patiently bide their time,
all but invisible in their cloaks of white.

Nature in all her splendor,
beauty in the weeds...



Saturday, June 4, 2016

The Butterfly

At day's end, the wanderer slowed to catch his breath, 
well aware of the waning sun,
and dreading just a little the night ahead...


when came a fellow traveler, winging blithely past,
settling nearby for a late-day repast.

This youngster, with wingbeats light, 
wasted not its tongue on words, 
lapping instead the nectar sweet.


Nectar,
"Drink of the Gods,"
the wanderer mused.

Had I but the butterfly's tongue, I'd worry not with words.
I'd drink and groom and stroke my mate,
but never again a syllable slur,
or ever a name misspeak.


Had I but the butterfly's wings, 
my joints would never know the night's harsh chill.
I'd fly all day unto the west, 
pausing but to bask and eat and rest.


And then a voice.
Felt,
more than heard...

Whispered,
melancholy,
clear...

Life on the breeze is surely sweet, 
and for food, 
nectar has no peer.
But this life of mine is measured dear,
in days and hours and minutes,
never even a year.



A hundred of my lifetimes you've already lived, 
and several more besides...
envy not the butterfly,
poet,
love the life you have.


Illumined thus, 
his pace renewed,
and on his lips a familiar tune,
of life and love and hope renewed,
flying westward, as it were, ever into the sun...

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Milkweed Revisited...

Milkweed has been in the news a lot lately. 
Many have speculated that declines in native milkweed populations may be contributing to recent significant declines in Monarch butterflies. 
Hoot Owl Karma covered this topic at some length in last summer's Milkweed Chronicles

but today we'd simply like to revisit the spectacular colors and design of these remarkable native NC wildflowers as a reflection on the joys of spring. 


You may remember Asclepius, the mythical Greek healer, 
famous in our day for lending his serpent-entwined staff to the medical profession 
as a symbol of the healing arts. 

His name is associated with these plants for similar reasons; 
with their complex and striking flower structure and mysterious milky sap,
 they have long fascinated practitioners of folk medicine here in America. 


Our attraction to the Asclepias and their kin is more aesthetic than medicinal, however, 
and we'd like to invite you on a pictorial tour of a few of these native beauties 
from our wanderings in Lee, Moore and Harnett counties this spring.  


Throughout the month of May, White Milkweed, Asclepias variegata
graces the woodland margins, 
equally at home beside the wood-lined byway or deep along the forest path, 
like this perfect little beauty from San Lee Park. 


In bloom, they're nearly impossible to miss, with their compact "snowball" clusters of blossoms, perched at or near the apex of the plant. 


We encountered this plant with its trio of flower heads perched high on the clay embankment alongside the Highway 421 By-Pass in Sanford.


Sometimes known as red ring milkweed, 
for the purplish-red bands encircling the base of the flowers' coronas or "crowns", 


these distinctive beauties are among the first milkweed species to bloom in our neck of the woods, 
and this double-domed version was encountered in western Lee County over the Memorial Day weekend.

Just over the river in Moore County, we met another striking member of the milkweed clan, 
Asclepias amplexicaulis.  


Sometimes called clasping milkweed, 
for the manner in which its large, wavy leaves clasp the stem;
we've always been drawn to their large, open umbels, or flower heads, 
with ample space for individual blossoms to shine within. 


The characteristic milkweed blossom is on full display here; 
the upper part of the flower, or corona, 
consists of five hoods, each with a corresponding horn, 
which extends over the center of the flower containing its reproductive organs.
The skirt-like lower part of the flower is its corolla, 
comprised of large petals and smaller sepals, 
strongly reflexed in A. amplixicaulis, and to varying degrees in other species. 


A. amplexicaulis is fairly common throughout our area, 
growing in full sunlight along roadsides and ditch banks,
like these individuals Cousin Daniel spied 
on our old stomping grounds in western Harnett County.


As you can see, the coronas range from a pale pink to deep purple,
with duller, flesh-colored corollas.


Clasping milkweed can grow quite tall, 
nearly a meter in this instance at Papa Jim's place in the Sandhills of Harnett County, 
and the large, opposite pairs of wavy green leaves with prominent mid-veins 
are hard to miss once you've become acquainted with a few.


This lovely specimen was just beginning to bloom when we met her on Monday, 
so if you're out and about in the Sandhills this week, 
keep your eyes on the road, 
but maybe sneak a glance at the roadside every now and again, 
perchance to glimpse this remarkable native plant at the peak of its blooming. 


The third Asclepias on our spring tour is one of Carolina's boldest and brightest wildflowers,
A. tuberosa, or Butterfly Weed.


Butterfly Weed can be highly variable in color, 
not just from place to place, but from one plant to the next. 


The individual above, located just across the Deep River in Moore County, has yellowish orange corollas topped by fiery reddish orange coronas, while the plant below, located right beside it, was much more uniformly reddish orange.


We'll visit with some more butterfly weed in a bit, but for the moment, we wanted to share a glimpse of another of our more colorful milkweeds, Asclepias purpurascens, or Purple Milkweed.


This lovely native lives just down the hill from the butterfly weed above in Moore County. 
Purple Milkweed is rather scarce in North Carolina, and this little patch is the only one we've been fortunate enough to find in our area. 


A variety of nectarers love this little beauty, and from an aesthetic standpoint, 
she can hold her own with any of North Carolina's other native wildflowers.


The typical milkweed flower structure is apparent here, with the five hoods and horns on the corona,
but the five petals of the corolla are not quite as severely reflexed in A. purpurascens as they are in the clasping milkweed we were admiring earlier.


This purple milkweed is situated near a small creek in a fairly recent logging cutover which has now been thoroughly overtaken by a dense tangle of vines and lush new growth;
a veritable botanists' delight!


On our way back up to the ridge, we spy this fabulous little vine winding its way around the underbrush, climbing up the little sassafras saplings and such.


We wonder at the deep purple blossoms, and remark that they bear some resemblance 
to the five-petaled corollas of the milkweed we just left. 

After consulting our good friend Bruce, 
who's a stellar botanist and author and naturalist of the highest order, 
we learn that this little beauty is in the same family as the milkweeds, 
and is most likely Matelea decipiens, or perhaps Matelea carolinensis,
known by a number of common names including spinypod and milkvine.

What a beauty, by any name!


And now, more butterfly weed. 
As it happens, there are a couple of varieties of butterfly weed in our neighborhood.


Brother Henry has protected the milkweed on his ditch bank in Johnsonville 
from mowing over the years, 
and now enjoys a thriving colony of some ten or twelve plants. 
We took these photos on Memorial Day, just as the buds were opening...


We haven't yet consulted with the experts, 
but we suspect we've encountered both Asclepias tuberosa L. var. Rolfsii, 
Sandhills butterfly weed, 


and the more broadly distributed
 A. tuberosa L.


And again, 
by any name, their beauty is breathtaking...


as you gaze into their depths,


you can almost hear them whisper


welcome home!


Speaking of home,
our milkweed tour wraps up in a gentle drizzle along the barely discernible margin of an old field behind Papa Jim's house. 


What was once a sandlot baseball field is now a sturdy stand of young longleaf pines, and right where the edge of the old field once gave way to the woods around the pond, 


we find a pale orange butterfly weed, 
thriving right there where we left it,
all those years ago...


and as we contemplate the changes and challenges that all those years have wrought,
there is a balm in the simple beauty of a flower, 
rooted, and thriving,
 right here in the same poor sandy soil that nourished us to adulthood.

And as our tour comes to an end, 
right here where we first got started, 
we reflect, 
and we wonder
whether there might be a grain of truth in all those stories about 
the healing power of milkweed...