News and Events for Nantucket Island
It’s daffy season once again and Nantucketers and visitors alike celebrate this sure sign of spring. As the weather warms up, however, another sign of the season will emerge. Rather, they will hatch. I’m talking about one of my favorite native species, the Eastern Tent Caterpillar (ETC). I have written about the ETC before explaining the natural history and amazing ecology of the species. However, it’s worth mentioning again since this year will be a boom year.
The idea of “winter landscapes” on Nantucket can sometimes conjure up something dreary. Since we often lack the winter white blanket covering other parts of New England, barren branches and bitter winds can make for a seemingly inhospitable landscape.
As fall arrives on our island, we welcome fewer people, crisp fall air, and the start of our hunting seasons. Hunting is a time-honored tradition, part of Nantucket’s cultural heritage just as fishing is. But it is also an important management tool for our conservation organizations and property owners.
Summer on Nantucket is coming to an end. Usually at this time of year I try to hold on to summer. Phenologically, September is still part of the growing season, and it’s peak time for many of our wildflowers. That’s what I usually say. This year, however, is a bit different. We’re starting to see fall colors in August (!), plants going dormant earlier than usual, and some things withering before our eyes—more typical late fall activity.
I first encountered lone star ticks on Tuckernuck Island in 2015. I had one adult female hitchhike back to Nantucket on me. At the time, it was only the second report from Nantucket with many more known from Tuckernuck. Of course, it was just a matter of time before Nantucket, and all of its available habitat, became the next place for lone star ticks to populate. Since then, lone star ticks (Amblyomma americanum) have established and become dominant in parts of Nantucket starting in the western end and are now found throughout the island. And, yes, they are found all the way to the eastern end.
We’re halfway into August, and it starts to feel a touch like fall. There’s a slight crispness to the air in the early mornings, and the humidity of July has waned. The August Blues Fishing Tournament, which I love to participate in, has me thinking about August blues—I mean the kind of feeling that has less to do with bluefish and more to do with disappointment at the end of something. Of course, I’m reading way too much into the name of a fishing tournament, but there is an element of sadness that summer might soon be coming to a close.
