Throughout our spring ecology course here at Smokey House we participated in a month long experiment where we recorded bean plant growth with added variables to determine if the plant’s growth rate would be impacted. My experiment was to observe and record bean growth between three separate plant’s where one had no sugar added, one that had one teaspoon of sugar added and one that had one tablespoon of sugar. These three plant’s were watered three times a week on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. All of the plant’s received approximately the same amount of water and sunlight. On the 26th of April we completed our experiments and culminated data about our findings.
My findings were that the bean plant that received the same amount of sunlight and water than the others but had no sugar added grew the tallest in stalk length at 20 centimeters. However, the bean plant that received the smallest amount of sugar at one teaspoon grew to a close second at 12 centimeters. Lastly for our third bean plant it grew a whopping zero centimeters and gave our room a funky smell due to the fermenting sugar.
The denouement of my experiment was that the bean plant without any additives grew the tallest and perhaps the reason for this is because the plant had easier access to the nutrients in the soil and sugar could have made it more difficult for the other plant’s to do this. The second plant with only one teaspoon grew to a total of 12 centimeters although it grew at a much slower pace than the plant without sugar. As for our plant with one tablespoon it didn’t grow at all and the reason for this could be because there was simply to much sugar for the bean to absorb other nutrients from the soil. We did however, miss an entire week of monitoring our beans due to spring break and this could have been a confounding variable in our project although I have a small amount of doubt that it had a considerable impact on growth overall. I’ve concluded albeit the bean plant’s can grow with a minimal amount of sugar, I find it better to let nature do its magic and add none at all.
For the past few weeks at Smokey House we’ve been doing a bean experiment to determine if different music can change the growth of a plant. I used two very different genres of music, country and rap, and one bean with no music. I chose music because it was the easiest topic and plants do not hear things. People say that music can effect plants, but plants cannot hear. My hypothesis was that the music would not affect the growth of the plants.
I planted five beans, labeled two country, two rap, and one control. Two listened to rap music, two listened to country, and one listened to nothing. They each listened to music an hour every Friday in different closets, with the lights off, and the music playing at the same volume on each device. I measured the height of the stalk length every other school day. I gave them each a third a cup of water every time we watered them.
Country #1 grew better than the rest of them. It grew 16cm by the end of the experiment, rap #2 and country #2 didn’t grow at all, rap #1 grew 1cm, and the control grew 2cm.
I believe plant country #1 grew a lot more than the other plants because it was listening to country music. Because the country music is softer and not as verbally abusive towards plants. I was completely off on my hypothesis because the country music did change the growth of the plant, and the rap music changed the growth in a bad way and made it so it did not grow as much.
Next time, I would switch the rap to rock and see if it is the genre of music that affects the plants rather than. Water is another thing that may have affected the plant growth, and the density of the soil. We should have made the amount of water and how it gets water a controlled variable. The end.
Today at Smokey House we went on a hike to the beaver pond, and I got a couple ticks on me. And I absolutely hate ticks. The first tick I found in the van on my chest, and I ripped it off and gave the demon the fiery death it deserved. The next one I found behind me ear at the table, and I gave that one a fiery death, too. The third one I was sitting here with my blog post and I felt it crawling on my left buttock. I put it in the sink and it went down when I washed my hands. I hate ’em. They should all go back to the fiery hellhole they came from.
I was the only one who found any on them, which is stupid. The reason why is because I ventured off where other people didn’t dare to. I was looking at prints, trying to find tracks. I found a deer track, bigfoot print, and some print I couldn’t identify. The venturing off was not worth getting them ticks over, because they carry lime disease and they’re just evil little creatures that deserve the fiery death that they will get.
Treading new territory and going into the unknown is one of my favorite pastimes and is remarkably more interesting whilst having expeditions through the forest. Today we had the opportunity to explore the depths of the mountains and the mysteries that lie beyond. Our mission was to hike out into the smokey mountains to the vernal pools, where amphibians such as frogs and salamanders congregate during the winter. Once the snow and ice melt these organisms come out of hibernation and lay eggs during the spring.
These habitats teem with life and are a great deal of fun to investigate. Though we didn’t have the pleasure of viewing the frogs and salamanders as we anticipated we did however, have the pleasure of soaking our boots of cold water trudging through the snow along the way. Should you ever decide to head out into the woods for a walk on a favorable and less snowy day, be on the lookout for for shallow pools of water because you may be surprised about what you may find!
Today at smokey house it was gorgeous, the wind had a nice breeze going through the whole house, the temperature was at least 75*F, there was Canadian geese on the pond and around it. It was just beautiful. I wish it was like that everyday.
For the last day of the POD, we modified this chicken and rice in wine recipe to meet our taste, budget, and legal needs. The original recipe called for four boneless chicken breasts, four tablespoons of butter, half a cup minced onion, two tablespoons minced garlic, one cup fresh mushrooms, one to two cups of chicken broth, half a cup dry white wine, and three-fourths of a cup of rice. Instead of wine we used nothing, because wine is illegal to have on school grounds. Instead of mushrooms we used carrots because we like carrots more. Instead of one cup chicken broth, we used beef and chicken bullion cubes because we didn’t have the broth. We used thighs instead of breasts to fit our budget. We used a cup of rice instead of three-fourths a cup. Finally, we added mixed Italian herbs.
Step 1: Brown the chicken in olive oil in a cast-iron skillet.
Step 2: Scatter onion and garlic over chicken.
Step 3: Add carrots, cook for five minutes.
Step 4: Add the rice.
Step 5: Pour broth over chicken and rice; make sure there is no rice on top of the chicken.
Step 6: Cover and cook for 20 minutes.
It came out delicious. No, it was not what I expected. The rice was really moist, and the texture was a little off, but it still tasted delicious, even though I don’t normally like rice. The carrots tasted good and the texture was soft and cooked. I believe the carrots gave the rice its moist and kind of sticky texture. In the end it was one of the best chicken and rice meals that I’ve ever had.
We were collecting benthic macro-invertebrates, small little bugs you find on rocks, from a stream. It was cold, obviously. We caught them with a net. We had our hands in the water and Tom almost got hypothermia. We were trying to determine which species they originated from by using a key. We found black flies, mayflies, and caddisflies.
As we were determining which bugs were which, Tom realized he was missing a glove. So I take off and try to find it; they were expensive gloves. I got halfway down the river, about. Tom was yelling at me to come back. He said that the glove was all the way down the river by now. So I turned around, starting walking back, and then started walking back again in the same direction as before. Tom was yelling “you can’t see it, it’s already gone by now.” But I keep walking anyways. He’s still yelling at, “come back, it’s gone!” So I yelled back, “it’s right here! I can see it!” So then I go over, grab the glove, and almost fell in, water almost got to the top of the boots. He was lucky I didn’t fall or get water in my boot, because I would’ve kept the glove, even if they were a gift. And that’s how the story went.