This oak tree and us

A large oak tree grows in Pony Hollow, the area of the nature preserve that is as Old Growth as it gets here on The Quarry Farm. Pony Hollow is so named because, once upon a time, two ponies named Cookie and Babe pastured here. They seemed to prefer its steep slopes above Cranberry Run and the shelter provided by two established Black Walnuts and that one significant oak.

Last spring I walked the property with Dan Bartlett, a forester with the Ohio Department of Natural Resources and Kevin Edinger, District Conservationist with USDA/NRCS Ohio. Dan was excited to spot a young Chinquapin Oak growing in the upland woods at the intersection of the Wetland Forest and Upland trails. I led the two visitors down into the Hollow to show him the large oak. He told me that the tree is one variety of White Oak—a Chinquapin. As we followed the trails, we spotted more young oaks, all the same species, likely the progeny of the great oak that resides in the Hollow.

When we think of Ohio’s remaining native keystone species, if we do, what comes to mind are big mammals like White-tailed Deer and flashy birds like the Bald Eagle. Those are 2 that are always shouted out when we ask students for examples. But never has there been a shout for plants. And if you’re going to shout, oak trees are a keystone species that deserves significant shouting.

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According to research touted by the USDA and U.S. Forest Service, oaks provide numerous ecosystem services that support human well-being: providing shelter, regulating the environment, and enhancing culture and aesthetics. And without a food chain leading up to humans, our well-being would be moot. Oaks play a significant part in that ladder. In a single region, up to 2,300 species—including birds, insects, fungi, lichens, and mammals—are associated with oaks. Doug Tallamy, a leading entymologist and conservationist, states that oaks sustain a complex, year-round web of life, creating habitat and resources for countless species, from caterpillars right on up the food chain. They store significant amounts of carbon, helping mitigate climate change.

Oak trees appeared on this planet about 65 million years ago. Unlike other forms of life they have not gone extinct because their seeds are encased in a hard shell. These seeds and oak leaves are coated with tannic acid, which prevents fungi and insects from harming them. Oak trees can continue to grow and produce acorns for 700 years. One tree can produce about 10 million acorns during its lifetime, even though they don’t begin to produce these seeds until they are at least 50 years old.
Yet oaks are in decline due to the combined stress of climate change, drought, and pests and pathogens. Tallamy writes, “We cannot casually accept the loss of oaks without also accepting the loss of thousands of other plants and animals that depend on them.”

Despite significant deforestation and drainage efforts, white oaks are our best hope for survival in Northwest Ohio. They are ecologically adaptable, historically dominant, and well-suited to the region’s soils and climate. They just need our help. It takes many arms to hug the Mama Oak in Pony Hollow. Even though she and other Chinquapin oaks seem to be standing strong on The Quarry Farm, the Gardener allowed a chinquapin oal seedling to grow in the pollinator garden, deciding it’s ultimately more valuable than the flowers. We planted a little Chinquapin on the farm animal sanctuary this fall. It is surrounded by goat fencing. I stroke its leaves and pray for it to survive because we all need it to.

Carl Sagan, American astronomer and planetary scientist, offered a really good reason for that need, I think. “This oak tree and me, we’re made of the same stuff.”

Mr. Fabulous

First of all, let me clarify that the current Mr. Fabulous is not the first rooster to bear this name in the farm animal sanctuary. Several years ago, another tall, golden rooster patrolled the premises. He was by no means the cock of the walk, the bird who ruled the pasture and protected the flock from small predators and young upstart roosters. He was just very handsome and knew to keep out of the way of Big Red and Bernie, the roosters who truly did run the show.

Nor is the current Mr. Fabulous the only bird to bear this name. A couple of years ago, we adopted several young chickens who needed a home. Because people often purchase chicks without knowing the sexes of the babies*, they find that their birds are laying dozens of eggs per day as promised or are never going to lay eggs because they are males. So if we have space, they come here.

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Such was the case with these new birds. Two grew to uncannily resemble the first Mr. Fabulous in both appearance and temperament. We refer to them as “The Fabuli” when they are together. Caramel, a rooster with a bit more red in his ruff, is the stern top of the pecking order. The easy-going Fabuli don’t give him any guff. They just gleam brilliantly in the summer sun as gentle breezes toss their tawny, flowing locks. They could be on the cover of a summer beach read. Instead, they chase insects and take dust baths on The Quarry Farm.

*Babies grow! Please don’t buy ducklings and chicks without good intentions for their continued care. The same goes for puppies, kittens, bunnies, and every animal that is frequently gifted or bought on a whim. Everything has a right to live and be treated with compassion.

Just add fresh water

Last month we flew over Kansas on a flight west. As the plane passed over the western part of the state, we noticed big swaths of charcoal land, many field acres still actively burning. You could see smoke rising from 30,000 feet above. Cousin Mark sent me a link to an article about those fires and subsequent evacuations. A few days later we scouted for breakfast before tidepooling at Point Lobos State Nature Preserve in Central California. There was a light mist and maybe one or two drops that landed on skin. I commented to the coffeeshop owner that rain was forecast. He said, “It is raining.”

Tule Elk at Tomales Point, Point Reyes National Seashore

We drove between the Coastal Ranges where the vegetation of the subranges indicated quite clearly which would climb fastest on the posted fire-risk meters. The western-most subranges were dotted with green, even on the slopes with their back to the Pacific Ocean. To the east, the mountainsides were golden straw grasslands. The region’s native Monterey Pines and coastal willows bore burn scars but survive in their respective microclimates. Flowering radishes and other agricultural escapees are subject to rapid burning while native California Poppies, Seaside Daisy, Coast Indian Paintbrush, grasses and sage brushes step in reclaim their footing through intense restoration efforts. I was excited to see Ice Plant covering sand dunes. flowering pink and yellow. You can buy this succulent here in pricey greenhouses. Then I found out that Ice Plant was introduced to Central California for erosion control. That effort didn’t work and now Ice Plant is a west coast scourge. We have introduced aggressive Amur Honeysuckle; they have Eucalyptus trees that explode in wildfire events. We both have Poison Hemlock.

Ohio has the fresh water that California and other states covet. While we were away, our part of home received lots of rain. The vegetable garden sprouted. The Prickly Pear Cactus bloomed. The lush green that we returned to was a sight for sore eyes. The birds here squeal, chirp, and warble under cover of glossy leaves fully veined with moisture. Some show their Springtime faces long enough for Deb Weston to take photos of them. There is a skunk that sometimes joins her on the nature preserve trails. Ottawa Elementary students and Owens Community College Early Learning Center collected some of the green leaves and grasses to paint shirts with rainwater and Rit Dye. Findlay Art Camp walked the trails, took photos, and planned art projects on the trails and in the pollinator gardens. Putnam County students mixed water with vinyl patch to create steppers. Cranberry Run was full and flowing for the Putnam County Educational Service Center Summer Camp. Campers did their annual wade through the Run after hiking with honeysuckle staffs and making t-shirts and bark masks.

Last week, I visited Fort Wayne’s Foellinger-Freimann Botanical Conservatory. While others lined up to watch butterflies strain their net enclosure, I enjoyed the Desert Garden. I don’t know that I would have prior to hiking in Central California, across the sandy fissured trail of Tamales Point and appreciating the riotous succulent walled yards in Seaside. Almost every inch of California coast that we hiked, from Carmel north to Inverness, was draped in blue sky and rolling Reseda Green beauty and a wild salted Pacific. It is a different color palette for this Northwest Ohioan. A young Californian boy who was volunteering at a park restoration event overheard me say that I was visiting from Ohio. “I love Ohio!” he exclaimed. Back home, I breathe in waves of rain on this June night and know that I do, too. This place is worth staying home (most of the time) and fighting for.

The Quarry Farm recognized for environmental efforts

Environmental Education Council of Ohio – Awards

The Quarry Farm Nature Preserve and Conservation Farm has been named the recipient of the 2026 Organization Award from the Environmental Education Council of Ohio. The award recognizes more than two decades of commitment by the farm for its environmental education, conservation and community engagement.

Local organizations, schools, and conservation groups regularly rely on the farm as a hub for immersive outdoor programming. Educational initiatives hosted at the site include multi-county teacher workshops, wetland exploration days for seventh-grade students, forestry and birding field days, pollinator habitat education through Women for the Land programs, Envirothon training sessions for high school students, junior naturalist programs and history-focused experiences for fourth-graders.

The property is recognized as an official eBird hot spot through the Cornell University Lab of Ornithology, with 154 bird species documented to date. Ongoing data collection also includes butterflies, damselflies and dragonflies, all of which are shared publicly to support broader conservation efforts.

“The Quarry Farm Nature Preserve and Conservation Farm exemplifies the spirit of environmental education through its generosity, innovation, and deep commitment to the community,” the nomination stated. “Their measurable impact and dedication to service truly set them apart.”

Hands needed to plant TREES

Six years into The Quarry Farm’s 10-year goal of removing invasive plant species like Amur bush honeysuckle that crowd out native trees and wildflowers, David Seitz has cleared so much of these invasives that it is time to plant trees that will benefit native wildlife. This April, we are planting 850 trees, including species of oak, hickory, serviceberry, buckeye, plum, persimmon, and viburnum. We will supply gloves, tools, and refreshments.

Please email thequarryfarm@gmail.com or call 567-376-0705 if you, your friends, family, Scouts, classmates, would like to help be part of this exciting project. Let us know of any day April 12–May 3 that works for you.

Our Spring 2026 newsletter is out now. Click on the cover here to read more about what has been and will soon be happening on The Quarry Farm

In the company of trees

How do you identify a tree, especially when it is at the height of winter’s dormancy? Evergreen trees are a simpler test of identification skill since they are piney green all year round. But there aren’t a lot of native evergreen trees in Northwest Ohio. Eastern Red Cedar is tolerant of Putnam County’s clay soils. They used to only be found in ditches and swales, a bane to landscaping. Now you can find them in farm agency sales and greenhouses as they are recognized for their hardiness and value to wildlife. Delicate, soft-voiced Cedar Waxwings feed on berries in their shelter, camouflaging these masked mobsters who can take down a Blue Jay in seconds.

So we know what evergreen conifers, and invasive, pervasive Amur Honeysuckle look like in winter. But do we recognize native deciduous trees during the cold, leafless months? On Monday, February 16, we invited people to consider the different textures, colors, and patterns of Putnam County’s native hardwoods at the Putnam County Educational Service Center. Through funding from the Ohio Arts Council and with a small forest of boxes filled with shed* Hickory, Ash, Black Cherry, Boxelder, Sycamore, and other woody coats, registrants created bark masks on President’s Day.

*When collecting tree bark, do not pull bark from a live tree. You’ll hurt the tree itself. And when you lift bark that a tree has shed, look closely to make sure that you aren’t disturbing something that is trying to survive winter in its shelter.

Never No One

One tiny pinkish piglet came to The Quarry Farm after a fierce tumble from a transport truck on I-270 Columbus. We named the little one Nemo, not for the Pixar clownfish but with the Latin word meaning “No One.” She fell from a semi, just one of many piglets that meant nothing on their way to “finishing.” She was found and given shelter by a kind person who drove her to where no one would hurt her ever again.

With a North Carolina tattoo in her ear, road rash, and a healing leg break, Nemo snuggled into our lives until she found her footing. She housebroke easily, following the lead of the dogs. She raced from room to room, confounding the cats until she grew too large to run indoors. She stretched her 700 lb. self outside on the sunny deck and in the shade of trees, often in the company of her potbellied friend Carlton. In winter, she wore chickens on her warm arched back (or they wore her long pale hair on their scaled feet) as she rooted for snowbound roots. In summer, she strained the fence in her quest for wild raspberries and cherries. In spring and fall, she won over visiting school groups and families with her enthusiasm for juicy apples and roasted peanuts.

In the last couple of years, Nemo was less inclined to greet newcomers at the gate. The old leg break slowed her gait from a full-on gallop to a cautious walk. Rather than snuffle-chomping offered treats, she preferred belly rubs that made her breathe big rumbling sighs. She slept in her barn bed more than she grazed, burying her snout in straw and stretching her arthritic bad leg behind her. When she decided not to stand last month, we fed her pans of warm oatmeal, bananas, and feed to combat the bitter cold. Today, she died in that bed under warmed towels. We knew she was going because Buddy the Donkey stood just outside her door, joined by the hens and turkey. They always know and stand watch. They tell us when to come and be present.

Living with a 700 lb. toddler is a challenge, for that is what a grown pig is. They are whip smart beings with the intelligence and emotions of three-year-old humans. Nemo was capable of opening an unchained gate. Fortunately, alarmed strangers confused and frightened her so that she ran home when she heard her name called. For she had a name, unlike her siblings, and every bit as much soul.

A winter newsletter gathers moss

Truthfully, this Winter 2026 newsletter doesn’t include any moss. Click on the cover to download to the left to see what we did have room to include. The beauty of a blog is that there is room to add those photos and finds that don’t fit on a 2-sided, 11 x 17 piece of paper.

There is finally water in Cranberry Run after a drier-than-dry summer and fall. On a walk to treasure the leaf-tannin-rich flow, we saw a lovely quarry boulder sporting a moss that we hadn’t seen before. I turned to Bill Schumacher, former neighbor-over-the-creek and current mosses, lichens, and liverwort expert. Although Bill is busy with a water quality project in Bangladesh, he responded generously to my “What is this?”

Plagiomnium cuspidatum

“To confirm definitely would need to look at myself. But this one it looks to me like Plagiomnium cuspidatum (woodsy thyme moss or baby-toothed moss). Note the oval shape of the individual leaves. It has a costa (midrib) that goes to the top with a pointy end outside the leaf.  Also, the leaf should be toothed in the upper half but not in the bottom half. Plagiomnium cupidatum is a common moss that is in the woods and by the creek.  I saw quite a bit of it when we did the moss survey on The Quarry Farm.  Although common, it is one of my favorite mosses.  Think it is very beautiful, and greatly accentuates the forest system.”

First polar snow

The water pans and buckets could still be filled by the outdoor hose two weeks ago. Yesterday, we woke to an inch of snow and a wagon full of frozen Hilty Farm pumpkins. Dave and Jane brought their juicy orange produce last week to rave donkey and pig reviews.

Today, snowmelt is pooling in the dry Cranberry Run bed and David Seitz is still removing invasive evergreen Amur honeysuckle from the southeast property line.

The wind is cold and blowing from the southwest open field across road 7L. In the forest, birds and squirrels scold in the calm of the trees. The wind won’t settle but temperatures are to rise. By Saturday’s “National Hiking Day Hike at Night”, temperatures will be in the 50s Fahrenheit as is fairly normal for November in Ohio. Put on good walking shoes, weather-appropriate clothes and join us on the nature preserve trails to enjoy the mental and physical health benefits of hiking.

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Cady Love, My Cady Love

Over decade ago Cady joined our family. She had been found in an apartment, a bred to pieces and abandoned, her ears cropped close to her head and her beautiful “blue” coat stretched tight over her ribs. My Steven brought her home from the shelter to bond with all of us, most especially Lolly. Both walked in the Welcome Santa parade, left paw prints on the trails and impressions on the couch. Cady smiled and loved every face with kisses.

The worst part of loving Cady came today. But as Steven said, without that we wouldn’t have had all the good. We will miss her and remember.