Category Archives: Starved Rock State Park

Wild Penstemon & Spiderwort

Today on our usual drive through Starved Rock
(to see the flooding~ again), 
we see these white and purple flowers along the roadside…
Upon closer inspection, I’m surprised to see this familiar Spiderwort!
And this is Penstemon~ botanical name for the wild species unknown to me as of yet….
Cool….
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Apples and Cabbage (more signs of Spring in Starved Rock)

 
 
 
 
 
Commonly called mayapple~  Podophyllum peltatum,
cover parts of the wooded areas.
the Skunk Cabbage here~  Symplocarpus foetidus, is a rather foul smelling plant that love wet areas.
 And the final sign that Spring has arrived in Starved Rock…..

Ice and Snow at Starved Rock

We continued our search for eagles today, and ended up in the park.
A few were roosting in their favorite dead trees on Plum Island, along the Illinois River, watching for fish near the surface.
 we parked and walked to the waters edge to get this shot. would still love that telephoto lens, maybe next year….  the eagle is in the center of the picture
We’ve spent the last two weeks with the temperatures in the single digits so it was wonderful when it warmed to the forties today and everything started to melt.
 Just yesterday, this part of the river was solid ice and under snow.

 

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 Tree Puddles
The end to a beautiful day…….

Eagles at Starved Rock

Every winter the bald eagles congregate at the Lock and Dam on the Illinois River
at Starved Rock State Park, Utica, IL
Our Point of view is from the observation deck at the visitor center.
 It’s hard to see them in the sky here because I don’t have a telephoto lens for my new camera~ yet 🙂
 and if you look closely, there are around thirty eagles in the distant trees on the edge of Plum Island here.
 the eagles, and about a million seagulls, swarm at the back of the dam,
scooping up the stunned fish that go through the dam.
 One eagle had the good graces to land in the snow at the edge of the lock.
(still wish I had that telephoto lens)

 

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 reflection of the winter sun in the lock
 Seagull in flight over the lock
 the committee at the gates (lock gate)
They sat there the whole time we were there….
even when a barge came into the lock.

Still Winter in Starved Rock

 
 
 
Yes the snow in the park is still beautiful 
but enough already! We’re ready for spring!
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Illinois River
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edge of the woods
tangled branches
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Winter’s sleep is upon us

Snow-flakes

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air,
      Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
      Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
            Silent, and soft, and slow
            Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
      Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
      In the white countenance confession,
            The troubled sky reveals
            The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
      Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
      Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
            Now whispered and revealed
            To wood and field.

tree feet & the mighty Illinois

Nothing special today. 
Just a little visit to Starved Rock, playing with the setting on my camera
~tree roots exposed by many a flood~
Little waves, washing up pebbles and driftwood on the Illinois river
Looking across the Illinois river to Plum Island 
(a native American burial ground)