August can be a difficult time for birdwatchers. The silence of the forest tells them that the end is near, as most species of songbirds will start their journeys south by month’s end or early-September. On the other side of that mass migration, we’re left with the familiar and friendly visitors to our feeders until the others return, some six or seven months later. So, we’re in the last hurrah of the seasons of life that we look forward to all throughout our winters. A gradual silence falls over the woodlands during the dog days of summer. The birds pipe down because mating, nesting, and caring are done; staking out territories is no longer a thing as species kindly flock up; and they go silent so as not to bring attention to themselves as they molt in advance of migration – slower of flight during that period of change, they could be an easier catch for predators. It gets to a point in late-August that some days it seems as if the only birds one hears are squawking corvids like...

  Most readers of this column hail from Niagara County, where the terrain can be flatter than a pancake. Coming from that environment, most don’t think of WNY as having steep, wooded hills big enough that many would call them mountains. There actually is a stretch of such mountains to the southwest of Wellsville in Allegany County. Parts of the town of Alma feature the highest land in New York State outside of the Adirondack and Catskill Mountains. The ultimate summit there is Alma Hill, which comes in at 2,548 feet. To put that in perspective, many of you have vacationed in the Old Forge area of the Adirondacks and have scaled the super-popular Bald Mountain (sometimes called Rondaxe Mountain). Bald Mountain would need another 235 feet to reach Alma Hill’s heights. “Leaf peeping” -- seeing the mountains and experiencing their beautiful forests and awesome views with a car -- is fun. As a matter of fact, at 2,500 feet, Alma Hill Road is the second highest free paved road in New Y...

  A handful of years ago, while enjoying solitude sitting outdoors, I heard a noise I hadn’t heard before. It was a subtle, paced, repetitious sound that was like clicking or grinding. I wondered if the metronomic culprit might be a cricket or tree frog. Always wanting to get a good picture to supplement this column or one of my daily #Nature365 posts on social media I snuck up on it. Expecting to see some sort of crawling creature on a log I was startled to discover that the noise was instead coming from inside of the log – which, by the way, wasn’t hollow. I couldn’t wrap my head around what I just experienced. What could have made that noise? A week or two later I had my “eureka!” moment when, in that same area, I saw a white-spotted pine sawyer. It was then I realized the noise I heard was the larva of the species. The babies are what give this beetle its name as the sound of them chewing wood is reminiscent of a small saw. The fact that the larva’s jaws – and just one larva,...