Spring is brief where I live in Maine. It comes late and fast. For years I didn’t truly appreciate it because it was a far cry from the springs I was used to in Pennsylvania, where April birdsong was almost deafening and the abundance of colorful flowers kaleidoscopic. Here in Maine, there are certainly songbirds and flowers, but many fewer and much less spectacular than in Pennsylvania. But those days of missing the springs of the mid-Atlantic states have diminished as Iíve come to marvel at the abundance of amazing spring happenings here in Maine. In the past week Iíve seen the seals return to bask on the rocks at low tide and dozens of pairs of mergansers float by close to shore. The Spring Peepers Ė tiny frogs whose choruses are the Maine equivalent of mid-Atlantic cicadas in summer Ė are back, and the Bullfrogs, Green Frogs, newts and dragonflies have emerged at our pond.
A few days ago, I resumed my annual ritual of Seton-watching, sitting quietly outdoors in one spot to observe a small window for a period of time, usually around 30 minutes. When I first sit down, I usually have to remind myself to just wait and watch because invariably, nothing seems worth noticing for the first few minutes. But Iíve learned to persevere and quiet my chattering mind that keeps telling me to go back to work.
Surrounded by wonder
When I sat down this week, it didnít take long to marvel at what was happening around me. A Bullfrog lay right by me, unperturbed, and a Green Frog also seemed comfortable with my presence. Another Green Frog, however, took one look at me and hightailed it away. It was the first time I realized that frogs have distinct personalities. Then the newts started appearing, and I couldnít believe just how many I saw in so brief a time. But what was completely unexpected were the Spotted Salamanders and their dozen egg masses. Iíve never seen a Spotted Salamander in our pond before. They normally breed in vernal pools which, because they are seasonal, are not filled with predatory Bullfrogs and Green Frogs like my pond is.
Yesterday afternoon my husband and I went out to Otter Bog, where we stumbled upon a vernal pool filled with salamander and Wood Frog egg masses. It was marvelous. We had decided to go to Otter Bog instead of attending a vernal pool conservation talk that evening. We didnít think we had time for both, and attending a presentation didnít seem as exciting as heading outdoors with our dogs on a beautiful spring afternoon. But once we saw the vernal pool and realized how much we didnít know about it we decided to head back in time to attend the talk.
We love learning
Which leads me to the purpose of this post: We humans love to learn. We are endlessly curious and eager gatherers of new knowledge. But we do need motivation to learn new things, and that motivation comes from our enlivening experiences and our ability to care. Most people have no reason to get excited or care about vernal pools and their ecology or conservation, because vernal pools mean nothing to them. Even if they stumbled upon a vernal pool in the woods, they would be as likely to find it mucky and gross as they would to find it amazing and compelling. Thereís a positive feedback loop that occurs with curiosity. It is fed by care and some knowledge, which then inspires the desire to gain more knowledge and which makes us care even more.
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