Unexpected Encounters

Spending time in nature often leads to surprising encounters that foster curiosity and uplift the spirit. Nature frequently presents the unexpected, ranging from the strange and unusual to the awe-inspiring. Here are a few recent encounters that stand out.


While taking a quiet walk around the boardwalk at the lake, we spotted a skeleton nestled among the Cypress knees, that at first glance, gave the spooky appearance of an owl, complete with oversized “eye sockets” and a nasal cavity. But appearances can be deceptive, especially when nature leaves only part of the puzzle behind.

A mobile app identified the object as a vertebrate pelvic bone, potentially from a bird such as a heron or an egret.

A second search suggested the object was the broken, inverted skull of a white-tailed deer. Given that I had seen the unidentifiable remains of a large animal with rib bones nearby earlier that month, this conclusion seemed more likely. So much for my spooky owl.


Recently, my husband went out in our backyard and found our two black labs and their mom in the vicinity of what appeared to be a dead opossum. As he used a shovel to remove it, he noticed the fur on its chest was slowly moving up and down. Out of fear, the opossum had entered a stress-induced comatose state—or was “playing possum”—to deter the dogs. Believing the animal was dead and repelled by the foul-smelling secretion it released, the dogs apparently lost interest and made no attempts to harm it.

The opossum was gently moved to the field in front of our house. After it regained its composure, we watched as it made its way into the tall weeds.


One evening, my dog Lily and I were out for a walk. We were strolling along when suddenly Lily stopped, stuck her head into the tall roadside grass and then gently tossed this little fellow out onto the road right in front of my feet.

I do not know who was more surprised, the vole or me. After regaining its composure, the vole wandered back into the habitat from which it had been so rudely plucked.

I have learned to observe Lily during our walks. She often points out wildlife that I would have otherwise missed.


These two photos were taken shortly before sunset. The sun reflected off a distant curtain of rain, creating a striking sun shower that formed an angel-like figure in the sky.


Below are a few more unexpected, yet welcome, finds from walks around the lake.

Each day, nature surprises us during ordinary moments, providing joy and opportunities to observe and learn from our natural surroundings.

“Embracing life’s surprises is like opening a gift; you never know what you’re going to get, but it’s always exciting.” ~Unknown

“Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning.” ~Lamentations 3:23

*Credit to my husband for the opossum video.

Construction Work

There’s something mesmerizing about sunlight shining on a spider web.  The light accentuates its intricate structure and dimension.  You can’t help but admire the hours of work and beautiful details.

“For a construction job done right, get a spider to do it.” ~James MacDonald

Spiders

The black and yellow garden spider is an orb spider that is often seen in the late summer. These brightly colored spiders build wheel-shaped webs with a zig-zag of thicker silk in the center. There, they patiently await their prey, which is then injected with venom and wrapped in a cocoon of silk for a future meal.

These two orb weavers had webs secured up high between two trees where they patiently laid in wait.

This funnel-web spider built a sheet-like web and positioned itself right outside of its burrow to await its next meal.

Though technically not a spider, but an arachnid, this harvestmen or “daddy longlegs” and his shadow were crawling along on a fallen tree in the woods, probably scavenging for food. Harvestmen are most often seen in the late summer and early fall around harvest time, thus their name. This one seems to be missing some legs which, unfortunately, will not grow back.

“Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to a fly: ‘Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy.” ~Mary Howitt