Most of the path through the bog was on narrow wooden boardwalks that sometimes moved under my weight, sometimes sunk until water sloshed over the top, but most times were dry and still. There were Eastern Towhees singing on all sides. Blooming pink Rhodora and fuzzy Tawny Cotton Grass lined the trail. I thoroughly enjoyed this new habitat and new place and am so glad I did!
(You had to pay attention and hope that no one came from the other direction!)
(native to North America)
Tawny Cotton Grass
A Baltimore Oriole and an Eastern Kingbird battled it out in this tree!
The sanctuary features a three-acre pond surrounded by a floating spaghnum mat and encircled by upland oak-pine woods. The bog resulted from the last receding glacier, which left a kettle hole pond in the Souhegan River outwash plain.
There were lots of moths and some butterflies, but only this type of moth cooperated for a photo.
By the way, "Ponemah" refers to the "land of the hereafter" from Longfellow's "Hiawatha".