Into the Old Wood Together

Daphne is a a great hiker, but tends to be constantly distracted by every lovely flower.  Here, she examines a thick patch of bunchberry.

Daphne is a a great hiker, but tends to be constantly distracted by every lovely flower. Here, she examines a thick patch of bunchberry.

Daphne accompanies me to the Old Wood to check the progress of hidden groves of beaked hazelnut. The hazelnuts look to be 3 to 6 weeks from harvest, but Daphne was finding herself distracted by carpets of bunchberry on sphagnum moss.

Serviceberries are rare in the highland forest, so it was delightful to find this tree.  I will return in two weeks to harvest.  We'll eat some, but many of the berries will be planted in pots and spread around our homestead as they mature.

Serviceberries are rare in the highland forest, so it was delightful to find this tree. I will return in two weeks to harvest. We’ll eat some, but many of the berries will be planted in pots and spread around our homestead as they mature.

Trekking through the woodlands, we found service berries nearly ripe at a break in the forest. They are duly noted and I’ll return in a fortnight to harvest, and some will be reseeded onto Twa Corbies Hollow land. Thornberries should be about ripe by that time, too.

A good size black bear sow, right forepaw, and traveling along with her was a single cub.  We got close, but alas my Daphne gave our position away when she happily yet loudly exclaimed she had found a large patch of beaked hazelnut growing nearby, laden with young nuts.

A good size black bear sow, right forepaw, and traveling along with her was a single cub. We got close, but alas my Daphne gave our position away when she happily yet loudly exclaimed she had found a large patch of beaked hazelnut growing nearby, laden with young nuts, and the bears, just a few hundred yards ahead, heard us and rapidly departed.

Deep in the Old Wood, I picked up the trail of a black bear sow with a cub and thought to trail them and catch up. I trailed them two miles when Daphne was delighted to espy an especially large patch of hazelnut and loudly declared, “I bet we can fill a whole sack from those trees.” I found steaming piles of bear dung only a few hundred yards up where it had overheard her and taken fright and set off at a lope. Alas, two miles of tracking for naught.  Oh well, we still had a blast.

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