Guest Star

Chinese astrologers

In July of 1054, Chinese astrologers took note of the astonishing appearance of a new star in the sky. Alarmed, they quickly put a positive spin on it as there could be unpleasant consequences for not predicting such a strange event. As star-like objects appearing temporarily were referred to as ‘guest stars’, they documented the appearance of this new ‘guest star’ object as being on July 4th, giving a detailed description and noting its position in the constellation Taurus. According to their reports, so great was its brilliance, it could be seen by day for nearly a month before gradually fading. Accounts indicate it could still be seen in the night sky with the naked eye for two years before disappearing completely from sight.

What the astrologers had no way of suspecting was that the strange manifestation they documented was in fact not a new star but an old one undergoing its final death throes. Often classified today as a Type 2 nova, it involves a star roughly 8 to 15 times as massive as our sun, burning through its fuel to the point it can no longer sustain fusion reactions and undergoes a catastrophic final collapse which burns through the remaining material in a split second producing the awesome explosion such as the one witnessed a millennium ago.

Other ‘guest stars’ were observed over the following centuries but it wasn’t until modern astronomy began taking shape that sky observers began grasping what these strange objects were. In the eighteenth century, a French astronomer named Charles Messier avidly searched for comets after witnessing a spectacular comet, the great six-tailed comet of 1744. However he was greatly irked by comet-like objects or nebulae which he often at first mistook for actual comets, distracting him from his search. He began compiling a list of the various objects and their locations as a way to avoid future confusion. One of the objects he catalogued was a fuzzy diffuse object located in the constellation Taurus which he listed as M1. We know it better today as the Crab Nebula.

Crab Nebula

It wasn’t until the nineteenth century that astronomers began grasping the true nature of supernovae. In 1866 English astronomer William Huggins discovered lines of hydrogen while using spectroscopy to observe a recurring nova in T Coronae Borealis. He made the suggestion that a cataclysmic explosion might account for the unusual spectrum. Other astronomers began investigating as well but the power which lay behind these explosions didn’t become apparent until the early twentieth century when physicist Arthur Eddington speculated on the role of nuclear fusion as the source of energy for stars.

At roughly the same time, the Crab Nebula in Taurus was finally identified as the probable source of the supernova of 1054 as the Chinese had noted its location in that constellation. Along with Chinese records, historians have located a Japanese account about the ‘guest star’ as well as the writings of an Arab Nestorian christian which referenced an earlier document. Much has been made of the lack of records from Medieval Europe leading to some absurd speculation that Europeans somehow myopically failed to notice the visible by day supernova but bits and pieces of possible accounts have been located, indicating medieval scholars were not oblivious to the spectacle in the sky. The paucity of European documents is most likely the result of political turmoil in the intervening centuries leading to loss of these precious records. No doubt European astrologers would have taken note of the ‘new star’, writing and speculating about its implications for their charts, but unless there are accounts lingering in a neglected archive somewhere, it is most likely these have been lost as well.

Medieval print of astrologers

Supernovae occur in our galaxy roughly twice in a century’s time but the last supernova visible to the naked eye occurred in 1604. The majority of time, most novae are hidden from sight by the heavy lanes of dust sprinkling the arms of the Milky Way galaxy. There’s much interest in studying them as they show the variety of ends different size stars will meet. Our sun is too low in mass to undergo a supernova explosion. Instead it will sedately burn through its fuel for about nine to ten billion years (it’s at the mid-way point right now) before swelling up into a red giant, slowly puffing off its outer layers and finally ending its days as a white dwarf star.

More massive stars (above the eight sol limit) will burn through their fuel at break neck speed, the more massive the faster. After just a few million years, they too will start to expand as super-red giants, burning first through their hydrogen, then helium, then carbon and if the star is massive enough, the core burns down to the element iron precipitating the final implosion which creates the super-nova. Because mass is so critical in determining what finally happens to the star, they are objects of intense study.

Scientists are able to observe novae happening in other galaxies but there’s nothing like a ring side view for getting an extraordinary light show. Several years ago Betelgeuse, a red super-giant nearing the end of its life began dramatically dimming, leading to excited speculation it was about to go super-nova. At roughly 600 light years distance, it would be far enough away to pose no threat to Earth but provide us the first clear view of a star exploding close up (in stellar terms). Alas, it was not to be. Betelgeuse began brightening again so all that was going on was that it was ejecting a big gob of dust and gas (the stellar equivalent of phlegm) which obscured the star for a brief time.

Still, it’s only a matter of time before a giant star in our galaxy explodes so we finally get an opportunity to witness one of the most awesome spectacles Nature can produce armed with a battery of scientific instruments available for teasing out the secrets of this stellar cataclysm.

supernova starting to blow up

Scenes of October

The month is winding down in a whirl of autumn leaves and chilly breezes hinting that winter is not far off.

Gold and red autumn leaves over house


Foliage was especially bright this year thanks to regular rainfall after the semi-dry conditions of the past few years. The only drawback to it all is having to rake the leaves up afterwards. Some people toss their leaves after bagging them up as if it was all some sort of rubbish. But doing that robs the soil of critical nutrients which would have been recycled and reused by the trees if left to break down naturally. My method of disposal involves my composter. Once that is full, there is a chicken wire leaf bin. Since that is mostly full anyway, that fills up rapidly and the remainder I dump in the small patch of woods in back of the house.

As all this starts to break down, fungi of all sorts get to work. If it wasn’t for these hidden allies, leaves, and deadwood would remain on the surface of the ground, their nutrients inaccessible, the material becoming a potential fire hazard. So a near invisible clean up crew of earthworms, millipedes, mites, insect larvae and other micro-critters start chowing down on all this material.

As they chew up, digest and process the leaves, an enormous tribe of fungi begin the next step of reducing it even further. The vast majority of fungal forms live unnoticed in the soil under our feet sending microscopic filaments through all the leaf waste. But every so often they send up a fruiting body called a mushroom or toadstool. These can come in all forms and sizes from mini-mushrooms,

Tiny mushroom next to lettuce leaf.

to dinner-plate sized.

mushroom wide as open hand.

By the time they are done, the result is fragrant humus, ready for the next generation of plants.

By the end of October, wildflowers have largely gone by with the occasional exception of a late blooming dandelion or tardy fall wild aster. At this time of year, it is the seed heads of these flowers which are the main feature. They are often food for migrating birds and small rodents such as chipmunks, voles and mice. The seed heads themselves can often be as striking as the flowers. The picture below is of a patch of goldenrod gone to seed. The seedheads look more like flowers than the flowers do!

goldenrod seed heads

Last but not least it wouldn’t be October without that classic fixture of every end-of-month decoration.

pile of pumpkins

Happy Halloween everyone!

Spring into Summer

Here in northern New Hampshire, spring was late coming and grudging as it spread across the landscape. Rain was a big feature with April and May. It was cloudy most of the time with the sun making occasional appearances teasing us into thinking finally some decent weather, then disappearing behind clouds which pelted us with raw chilly rain. Over the past decade or two, weather was often abnormally warm and dry, enough so it seemed like the new normal. Hard to say if this spring will be the next ‘normal’. We’ll just have to wait and see.

bunch berry flowers

One benefit of the heavy rains is a very lush growth of greenery. There are the usual wildflowers such as bunchberry, forget-me-nots, star-flowers and so forth. But garden flowers come popping up one at a time as well: snow-drops, crocuses, daffodils, iris and lily-of-the-valley.

five foot tall Russian comfrey

Many years ago I bought a small seed packet containing a handful of seed from a variety called Russian Comfrey. I don’t know which cultivar it was but it has since prospered. It has never been necessary to fertilize it as this plant can put down roots as deep as six or more feet and suck up its own nutrients.

It can be used as a cover plant and will (at least for me) grow to Brobdingnagian proportions providing plenty of greenery to add to the compost pile. The ones pictured above are over five feet tall. Bumblebees love the tiny flowers and will squeeze themselves into one to get at the nectar, buzzing cheerfully all the while. Comfrey will reseed itself though it has not really been invasive. Some studies seem to suggest the leaves may contain carcinogenic compounds but if they do, the deer and woodchucks obviously don’t read the literature as they happily chow down on the leaves. One time I watched a woodchuck nip off an enormous leaf bigger than a dinner plate and placidly sit down to eat it all at one sitting.

garden rhubarb

Rhubarb also is doing well this year. The above plant is the last survivor of a small patch managed by my late father who had it tucked in a shady corner of the garden. It never grew that big for him but he would gather the leaf stalks to cook up and eat. I found the smell of cooking rhubarb revolting and would rapidly flee the vicinity of the kitchen. After he passed away, the patch went neglected, dwindling until only one scrawny plant was left. Finally taking pity on it, I moved it to a more sunny part of the old garden. This clearly did the trick and now it is growing more than triple the size it did for my father. This year it produced a flower stalk. The stalk towers over me and had a huge cluster of seeds on it. I have no idea if the seeds are fertile but will plant them to see what happens.

Sweet William flowers, dark pink color

Sometimes when I have left over flower seeds and no room to put them, I will toss what is left on the bank out in front of the house. If they grow, fine; if not also fine. Apparently some of the seed I tossed was Sweet William and I was pleasantly surprised to see some dark pink blossoms peeking through the weeds on the bank the other day.

Swallow-tail butterflies, bumblebees, and even a few honey bees have been making their appearance visiting the different flowers. Mindful of the recent reports of drops in the number of insects, particularly pollinating ones, I avoid the use of insecticides except for naturally derived ones such as neem oil for spot use use on lily beetles. Interestingly enough I have not seen any Japanese beetles for a number of years especially after using a beneficial nematode in the front lawn to chow down on beetle larvae. It must have effective as the beetles disappeared in subsequent years. I don’t use the beetle traps hawked in various gardening catalogs as these are really beetle magnets and will draw in every beetle in the neighborhood. Your neighbors may like this but not you.

Since summer has only just gotten underway, it will be interesting to see what else pops up.

multiple mushrooms growing on a bank

More Turkey?

A week after Thanksgiving, it’s pretty certain everyone is more than satiated with every possible dish one can think of to make use of leftover turkey meat with. Since I didn’t have company visit this year, the leftovers were the result of a pair of turkey thighs, rather than the whole bird, making it easier to polish them off.

A few days after the holiday kickoff, a small flock of wild turkeys came strolling up my driveway and into the small patch of woods in back of the house. Wild turkeys are surprisingly large, leaving prints behind very reminiscent of dinosaur tracks.

Given that the height of the Thanksgiving feast involves a native American bird, one can’t help wondering why it is called a turkey instead of whatever the First Nation peoples called them. It turns out that invading Europeans tended to name anything they came across after something they were already familiar with in their homeland. One good example is corn. The word corn originally applied to wheat or any other cereal grains. Maize by the way is not really a name from any of the First Nations but has its origins in Spanish. Each local ethnic group had their own name for this staple of life.

As for the turkey, this name was actually applied to a different bird, the guinea fowl. Originally from Africa, it was brought to Europe via the Ottoman Empire (which included the present day Turkey) and was referred to as turkey cocks or hens (depending on gender) because of that. Since the bird from North America superficially resembled the guinea fowl, it came to be referred to as a turkey as well. Because it had a better flavor than the guinea fowl, the American ‘turkey’ supplanted it on many tables and eventually became the centerpiece for our current Thanksgiving celebration.

This past year must have been a good one for wild turkeys as their numbers (based on the size of the flocks I have seen) really jumped. The current turkeys are not really native to New Hampshire. The original turkeys we had disappeared from the state 150 years ago because of habitat destruction and overhunting. Reintroduced in the 1970’s using birds from the Mid Atlantic states their population quickly boomed, helped along by an increasingly mild climate as well as a supply of well stocked bird feeders. Now they are a common sight throughout New Hampshire.

I always get a chuckle when I see wild turkeys. There’s just something so goofy looking about them. But while turkeys have a reputation for being stupid, that’s more likely true of the over-bred domestic varieties. The wild turkey is sharp-eyed and canny, necessary traits for surviving in the forest, where they are often on the menu of hungry foxes, coyotes and other critters.

The mothers carefully shepherd their offspring about. In early summer the chicks resemble fuzzy little footballs. By midsummer they have grown and feathered out enough so they can briefly get air-born for about five seconds or so when they flap their wings. Because factory farm turkeys are so heavily bred for size, many can barely walk much less fly, so it can be surprising to discover that wild turkeys can not only fly but do so very well.

By summers end, they are nearly full grown and can often be seen along with their mothers teaming up with other turkey hens, forming sizable flocks. The males seem to congregate in their own flocks as I have often seen groups of turkeys consisting almost entirely of males.

There’s an old belief that Benjamin Franklin wanted the wild turkey rather than the bald eagle to be the national bird. This is actually a culture myth. It seems Mr. Franklin didn’t feel the eagle was the best representative of American character. In fact he thought the eagle was a bit of a coward and believed the turkey was more courageous than the bald eagle. But there is no indication he wanted the turkey to be the national bird.

In any case, the turkey today is a welcome addition to the local wildlife and I hope will continue to stroll by my house from time to time to give me a good chuckle.

How the year flies by

It’s hard to believe but we are on the doorstep to November with the time change (fall back) just a weekend away. It seems the older I get, the faster time seems to slip past. At the beginning of this last winter, we got hit with a cold spell in January that rivaled the ones I remember from a kid. Twenty below zero (Fahrenheit) at night and barely reaching zero during the day. Cold enough to make the car battery seize up and the fuel line to the furnace ice over requiring the services of a plumbing firm to thaw things out.

Wind storms came and went, finally taking out a dead pine near Big Rock.

Thankfully spring arrived, a bit drier than usual but pretty much on time.

Memorial Day came and went, the weather cooperating enough to allow the usual Memorial Day parade starting at the local firehouse just down the road from where I live and continuing up downtown Main Street.

The holiday is a signal for serious gardening to commence so I made my usual planting in my raised beds of a few vegetables with what I hoped was suitable protection against the usual offenders (deer and woodchucks).

Alas, the local woodchuck (a female) produced a hungry litter that proved small enough to squeeze through the fencing to feast on the growing wax beans. I belatedly reinforced the fencing and was able to coax the surviving plants to produce a few beans for the dinner table.

Summer proved meltingly hot this year with humidity levels appropriate more for the tropics than Northern New England. Rain came in fierce torrents at widely scattered intervals, making it hard to keep the raised beds moist. In spite of the unstable weather conditions, I was pleased to see more bees than I had seen last year. Also a pair of wood thrushes collected nesting material from the back yard and took up residence in the woods, the male’s sweet gurgling song floating through the trees, something I hadn’t heard in quite some time.

Finally something else I haven’t seen in well over a decade, monarch butterflies came migrating through in late August. It’s easy to read encouraging omens in this, that somehow Mother Nature is still managing to hang on in spite of all the damage careless humans seem determined to cause. But we are not out of the woods by any means and need to continue our efforts to support Her. I am down by one composter but have adjusted by snipping weeds rather than yanking them up, adding to the mulch in the gardens. Weather permitting, leaves will be raked up and after filling up the remaining composter will be scattered beneath the trees, allowing nutrients to return to the soil to support the next generation of bees, wood thrushes, monarch butterflies and, yes, baby woodchucks and hungry deer.