{"id":66312,"date":"2020-12-28T02:30:00","date_gmt":"2020-12-28T11:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/news\/on-the-trails-wandering-woodpeckers-and-active-arthropods\/"},"modified":"2020-12-28T02:30:00","modified_gmt":"2020-12-28T11:30:00","slug":"on-the-trails-wandering-woodpeckers-and-active-arthropods","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/news\/on-the-trails-wandering-woodpeckers-and-active-arthropods\/","title":{"rendered":"On The Trails: Wandering woodpeckers and active arthropods"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t\t\t\t
By Mary F. Willson<\/strong><\/ins><\/p>\n\t\t\t\t For the Juneau Empire<\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/ins><\/p>\n\t\t\t\t A female hairy woodpecker visits my suet feeder regularly, and I’d bet any money that she is the same one that came all summer long, as a juvenile, in the company of a male, presumably her father. She learned well from her dad, and she still comes.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t One day in mid-December, I spotted her wrapped around the suet feeder, her tail curved around one end as she pecked away at the other end. A sudden fluttering caught my interest, as another woodpecker landed briefly, to snatch a quick bite. The new arrival stayed just long enough that I could see her small bill and also see that she was much smaller than the hairy woodpecker. So there was no doubt about it; it was a downy woodpecker. I’m told that they seldom nest in our area, but we sometimes see them in the off-season.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t On a gray and foggy day, I turned on to the road by the Pioneer Home, where the line of young cottonwood trees is often used for perches by eagles scrounging from the nearby dump. On this day, half a dozen eagles were hanging out on the cottonwood branches. In the fog, the eagles were black, the graceful branches were black, the whole array artistically displayed like silhouettes on a silvery backdrop. Splendid!<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t A few days later, I wandered down the east shore of Mendenhall Lake, then cutting over to the Moraine Ecology Trail. Some post-holing, some bush-whacking, a wet foot from finding a soft spot in the ice—but the quietness was pleasing. The sound of Nugget Falls and scattered raindrops tapping on my cap—that was it. Aaah—maybe a red squirrel chattering over in the woods. I found a thriving, bright green patch of stiff clubmoss, poking perkily up out of the snow, still bearing immature cones. Surprisingly, there were no hare tracks, but beavers had been busy in a couple of places, packing down a trail between ponds, dragging a few branches over the snow, and starting new cuts on some big cottonwoods. An ermine had bounded from one clump of brush to another. The only observable activity was provided by two small, flying insects, maybe midges.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t