Home on the Range

“Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam… .”

In late April on the Illinois tallgrass prairie, the real estate market is booming. Everywhere you look, critters are pairing up, making homes, and settling down for a bit to raise their families.

From the tiniest spiders, who find wood betony blooms the perfect structures to sling their glittery homes of tensile-strength silks…

 

…to the newborn fawns, half-hidden and cradled in green…

 

…to the largest bison, who throw their first calves in the early morning’s haze.

 

After finding a likely creek, beavers craft a lodge for themselves. There, they welcome their young babies, called kits.

 

Their carefully engineered dam creates a pond on the prairie. Now, they have waterfront property.

 

The greater yellowlegs moves in, and finds the shoreline the perfect place to woo a potential mate.

 

Nearby, a thirteen-lined ground squirrel looks for his love…

 

When he finds her, they nestle in the tallgrass together, then pop down a tunnel.

 

A lone pheasant runs across the grasses. Still alone. Still searching.

 

The prairie may be the only home these creatures will ever know.

 

But look around you. It’s no surprise.

Why would they want to live anywhere else?

 

All photos above unless indicated are copyright Cindy Crosby, shot at Nachusa Grasslands, Franklin Grove, IL (top to bottom):  bison roaming the prairie; wood betony (Pedicularis canadensis) with spiderwebs; fawn; bison herd; beaver lodge; beaver dam; greater yellowlegs; 13-lined ground squirrel sitting up (photo credit copyright Jeff Crosby); 13-lined ground squirrels together;  ring-necked pheasant; wild strawberries (Fragaria virginiana) and bone; Jacob’s ladder (Polemonium reptans).

The opening quote is from a poem by Brewster M. Higley, “My Western Home,” later a popular cowboy song.

A Walk on the Spring Prairie

Every spring is the only spring — a perpetual astonishment. ~Ellis Peters

 

A cold wind blows through Illinois, then relents. The hot sun unleashes heat on the world. It suddenly feels like spring.

Early wildflowers press their way into view around the edges of the prairie.

 

The last pasque flowers open, then fade in the heat.

 

Squirrels munch withered crabapples, gaining strength for the new season ahead. The mamas tend their babies, born just weeks ago.

 

The prairie ponds are freed from their scrims of ice. The water, released, stands open and clear.

 

The first dragonflies and damselflies emerge from their underwater nurseries. Green darners, mostly, but Halloween pennants…

 

…and violet dancers are not too many weeks behind.

 

 

If you’re patient enough–and lucky enough– you can see the dragonflies emerge to their teneral stage; not quite nymph, not quite adult. Slowly, their fragile new wings pump open. Then, they take on colors, warm to their new lives, and fly.

 

As you walk the prairie, a butterfly or two may stir the air with its wings. Only the early ones are out–the commas, the mourning cloaks, a cabbage white or two. But they remind  you that a whole kaleidoscope is on the way. Like this swallowtail.

 

There’s not much for them to sip now on the prairie, but more nectar-rich flowers are coming. The tallgrass will soon be ablaze with color and light.

 

Soon, you whisper.

Very soon.

All photos copyright Cindy Crosby (top to bottom) Spring beauties (Claytonia virginica), The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; dogtooth violet/yellow trout lily (Erythronium americanum), The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; pasque flower fully opened (Pulsatilla patens), Nachusa Grasslands, Franklin Grove, IL; pasque flower (Pulsatilla patens) fading, Nachusa Grasslands, Franklin Grove, IL; squirrel, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; Meadow Lake with prairie plantings, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; Halloween pennant, Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; violet dancer,  Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; dragonfly, teneral stage, Busse Woods, Forest Preserve of Cook County,  Schaumburg, IL;  Canada swallowtail, John Deere Historic Site, Grand Detour, IL; butterflyweed (Asclepias tuberosa); prairie at Fermilab, Batavia, IL.

Ellis Peters, whose quote begins this essay, is the author of the “Brother Cadfael” medieval mystery novels.

April Showers

April showers on the prairie bring… mud.

But for the discerning eye, life stirs.

Grasses loop out of the ground.

 

The first marsh marigolds are a bit of welcome sunshine in the rain.

 

Grassy reflections shine and swirl  on prairie ponds, streams, and waterways.

 

Wait–are those hedgehogs?  Pincushions? No, just spiky blades of prairie dropseed, needling out of their hummocks.

 

Listen!

You’ll hear a killdeer calling its name: kill-deer! kill-deer! The nest is a simple scraped-out depression where the bird will sit, camouflaged against the rocks and twigs.

 

The first rattlesnake master shoots push through the mud and ashes, looking a lot like yucca. Some were nipped by the late spring prescribed burn.

They’re tough. They’ll survive.

 

Bloodroot blooms in the prairie savanna. A fleeting pleasure, as the petals drop off a day or two after the flowers are pollinated.

April showers bring more than mud. There’s a lot happening on the prairie this week.

Take time to see.

 

All photos copyright Cindy Crosby: (top to bottom): mud season on the Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; prairie grasses, Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; marsh marigolds (Caltha palustris), author’s backyard prairie pond, Glen Ellyn, IL: tallgrass reflections, Meadow Lake prairie plantings, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; tallgrass reflections, Meadow Lake prairie plantings, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; prairie dropseed (Sporobolus heterolepis), Meadow Lake prairie plantings, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; killdeer, Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; rattlesnake master (Eryngium yuccifolium), Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; bloodroot (Sanguinaria canadensis), The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL.

Tolkien’s Prairie

Although they weren’t written about a prairie, these hopeful words from J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Fellowship of the Ring,  part of “The Lord of the Rings” epic trilogy, seem especially fitting.

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost,

 

The old that is strong does not wither,

 

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken

 

 

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

 

All photographs copyright Cindy Crosby (top to bottom): October on the Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; full moon over author’s backyard prairie patch, Glen Ellyn, IL; grasses at Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge, San Antonio, New Mexico; visitors to Autumn on the Prairie, Nachusa Grasslands, Franklin Grove, IL; common milkweed (Asclepias syriaca) east side prairie planting, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL;  wild lettuce (Lactuca virosa), Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; prairie grasses in the early morning fog, Hidden Lake Forest Preserve, Forest Preserve of DuPage County, Downer’s Grove, IL; pasque flowers (Pulsatilla patens)  blooming after the prescribed burn, Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL: prairie smoke (Geum triflorum) blooming after a prescribed burn, Meadow Lake, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; blue dasher dragonfly on ashy sunflower (Helianthus mollis), Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL; eastern amberwing dragonfly, Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL:  eastern prairie fringed orchid (Platanthera leucophaea) Nachusa Grasslands, Franklin Grove, IL; bison at Nachusa Grasslands, Franklin Grove, IL.

Quote is from The Fellowship of the Ring, from “The  Lord of the Rings” trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien.