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Indian Ridge Marsh redux

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August 29, 2023

J and I decided to see Save the Tunes at Chellberg Farm, but detoured to Indian Ridge Marsh, or Park 565 in Chicago Park District nomenclature. The last visit to Indian Ridge Marsh was in 2019, when the area by the Norfolk Southern tracks was open water.

Indian Ridge Marsh with neighboring industry
Open water with hydrology meter in 2019 (facing north)
Indian Ridge Marsh
Open water in 2019 (facing south)
Indian Ridge Marsh, no longer open water
Facing north in 2023
Indian Ridge Marsh, no longer open water
Facing south in 2023

First, we had to get there. We passed meadows of native flowers, including compass plants whose disappearance Aldo Leopoldo eloquently lamented. They’re thriving in natural areas in and around Chicago, such as the Calumet Region here and at Morton Arboretum.

We spotted monarchs and other insects, including an army of goldenrod soldier beetles intent on perpetuating the species.

A surprise awaited us at the end of this westbound trail (another trail, too wet and muddy to negotiate in 2019, heads south). The open water had filled in with aquatic plants in on both sides of the trail. which dead ends at the Norfolk Southern line. I hope they’re native. There was a piece of heavy equipment in the area, so I’d guess the Chicago Park District and volunteers are working on it.

I didn’t want to miss Save the Tunes, so  I didn’t dawdle on the way to the lot. J called me back to look at beetles, which I never saw because was distracted by this:

White-banded crab spider
Female white-banded crab spider, an ambush predator — it’s not a sharp photo partly because it was quite breezy

This is a female white-banded crab spider, the same species of spider I witnessed killing a painted lady, an Eastern tiger swallowtail, and a skipper at Perennial Garden. They choose a flower and lie in wait for their unsuspecting pollinator prey. This one may have turned slightly yellowish after a few days on this tall tickseed flower. The ones I’d seen before (when I noticed the dying or dead butterflies) were embedded in the more intricate blooms of a butterfly bush or other flower and were nearly impossible to see. The male, by the way, is smaller and more colorful, and dines on nectar.

My final sighting of the day was a pair of American goldfinches on a pair of compass plants, with the female closer to the trail. At Perennial Garden, I’d noted the goldfinches favored the tiny stand of compass plants there.

Aldo Leopold would be happy.

Indian Ridge Marsh, August 27, 2023
Indian Ridge Marsh, August 27, 2023
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Common eastern bumble bee on field thistle
Common eastern bumble bee on field thistle
Common eastern bumble bee on field thistle
Common eastern bumble bee on field thistle
Common eastern bumble bee on field thistle
Indian Ridge Marsh
Wild bergamot
Goldenrod soldier beetle
Tall tickseed
Why are marsh wetlands so important? /¿Por qué son importantes las marismas bumedales?
Indian Ridge Marsh, no longer open water
Indian Ridge Marsh, no longer open water
Smooth blue aster
Plain gentian
Milkweed pods
White-banded crab spider
Goldenrod soldier beetle

Morton Arboretum, take 1 and take 2

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May 2, 2021

I talked J into going to Morton Arboretum to check out the spring ephemerals. On I55, he mentioned he’d sent me a text message mentioning his car’s battery light had come on. The internet in my hand suggested this could be a sign of a bigger alternator problem, and sure enough many other lights had joined the battery indicator. Time to turn around.

On the return, the gas gauge showed nearly empty. He’d recently gotten gas, and we suspected this was also related to the failing alternator, but he stopped for gas at BP on 51st just in case. The quick topping off proved the theory. Of course, now the car wouldn’t start.

Short (!) version: Triple A tried a jump start, then called for a tow. Meanwhile the gas station attendant and then the manager (owner?) were unhappy over and over again that a pump was being blocked. They allowed me to appease them briefly several times by reminding them you can’t move a car that won’t start.

With the tow on the way, I went to catch a bus, but ended up summoning a Lyft car. J’s total time at the gas station — two to three hours. Happy weekend!

May 9, 2021

The next weekend we did make it to Morton Arboretum, where flowers still bloomed. I even found a Jack-in-the-pulpit on the way back to the Big Rock parking lot. They’re not easy to spot in all the green.

On the west side, we came upon Heartwood, part of the Human+Nature exhibition by artist Daniel Popper, which hadn’t opened officially. Heartwood requires you to be photographed between its halves, doesn’t it? The rest looks like it is fabulous, but I’m going to miss the trolls.

Lake Marmo (or Marmite, as I have to call it) glowed spectacularly purple from the top of the rise approaching it. People stopped to take photos, but I couldn’t capture it.

We sat on a lakeshore bench snacking on a charcuterie box from Redbird Cafe in Homewood (I think). As we watched, a great blue heron flew by a time or two, moving from the opposite shore to down shore not far from the bench. Finally, it took off and flapped by to my left, almost close enough for me to feel the air from its slow wingbeats.

I also spotted what could have been taken for a headless duck, but was of course a muskrat. It swam from the island toward us, disappeared under the bank on my left, and reappeared with a mouthful of grass clippings. He was as busy as a . . . beaver?

May at Morton Arboretum
May at Morton Arboretum
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