The knot grass (lat. Paspalum distichum). Its powerful root system prevents soil erosion and filters water, thus maintaining the health of aquatic ecosystems.
This plant converts atmospheric nitrogen into a form that plants can absorb. As a result, Paspalum dioicum enriches the soil with important nutrients, improving soil fertility.🏞
Мягкая и невероятно густая трава🌱Паспалум двурядный (лат. Paspalum distichum). Его мощная корневая система предотвращает эрозию почвы и фильтрует воду, тем самым поддерживая здоровье экосистемы водоемов.
Данное растение превращает атмосферный азот в форму, которую растения могут усваивать. В результате Паспалум двурядный обогащает почву важными питательными веществами, повышая плодородие почвы🏞
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Great crested grebes carry their chicks on their backs to keep them safe from cold water and predators. The chicks stay warm and safe, tucked under the parent’s wings. This keeps them protected until they can swim well on their own.
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Have you ever wondered why park rangers wear uniforms? According to this tall tale by Ranger Ray E. Newbury from the January 1930 issue of “Nature Notes from Glacier National Park,” it might not be for the reasons you think. 😉
“There was a time, when Glacier Park was new, that the distribution of the wild animals was not the same as now. The chief trouble was with the white goats. Nearly all the goats lived at lower altitudes than at present and were very thin from insufficient food. How long this sad state of affairs would have persisted is hard to determine. It might still have been prevalent were it not for the heroic labors of one man who placed them where it seems that nature intended them to live.
“When Paul Bunyan first came to Glacier Park he took great interest in all the animals. After due observation and cogitation, he saw that goats were misplaced; that they were ideally adapted to living on higher rock ledges. How to get them there was another problem. Being a man of great determination, Paul carried them up to the crags one at a time, until almost every mountain had at least one pair of goats. Most all of them have remained just where he placed them ever since. Occasionally, one or two have strayed to lower slopes; are to be seen on slopes like those at Cracker Lake. This calls to mind Paul's error of judgment and the reason why he is no longer at Glacier Park.
“After all the goats had been placed on the mountains, he observed that a few would continually stray to lower ground. These, Paul was compelled to repeatedly carry back up. After doing this several times he noticed a peculiarity in the ones that came furthest down. Imagine his chagrin when he discovered that he had carried animals that were not goats at all. Their horns were too short and their ears too long. He found them to be three Park Rangers and one Ranger Naturalist. Ever since that time, Rangers and Naturalists have been required to wear green clothing and wide brimmed hats to avoid similar mistakes.”
Read the rest of this issue in our collection of naturalist newsletters on the Montana Memory Project here.
[Image description: Drawing of a man climbing a mountain while holding a small human-like creature. Little mountain goats are on mountains in the distance and another human face peers out from the rocks.]
Today the sky was low with nimbostratus clouds and it drizzled off and on. In the morning, an adult male rufous/Allen’s hummingbird flitted through the rain and perched near a feeder, darting his head back and forth as he kept watch. He would keep returning to the same spot throughout the day.
As the morning progressed the rain intensified, falling steady and straight. Still, small flocks of songbirds bobbed and leapt across the sky, off to some drier place.
By the afternoon, the rain had stopped, although the sky remained impenetrably grey until nightfall.
Walking around the yard I noticed some patches of moss growing in a small ditch in the wet, clayey earth. In the flash of my camera the miniature leaves glistened and their form was revealed, tiny spiky spirals all clustered together.
We have a pair of mourning doves nesting in an alcove and I spent some time watching one huddled over its eggs that chilly evening as night approached. I noticed its body rise and fall almost imperceptibly with each quick breath. It seemed to sleep, but maybe it was still aware of my presence in the fading light, watching me with its left eye.
The sky cleared somewhat by nightfall, scattered altocumulus clouds that half-obscured the stars. The cover of darkness brought smaller creatures out from their hiding places, even in the cold. Cutworm caterpillars, pill bugs, and smooth slugs all slowly crept across the ground. An adult ring-legged earwig was busy scavenging the husk of another insect, this one winged like a lacewing, but eventually scurried off, searching for more.
At the end of the night, I brought inside two honeybees I found on the ground to protect them from the cold. With the warmth, one was able to revive itself and it began buzzing frantically around the little container I had put it in, so I released it. The other, sadly, didn’t make it. I remember holding it in my hand as I watched its striped abdomen pulse with its quick heartbeat, a tiny miracle of nature. Even though it didn’t last long, I think that moment will stay with me for a long time.
