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For this month's Field Notes feature, Susan Knight discusses Wild Rice, and its amazing transformation from spring to fall. It’s almost spring. You can feel warm air wafting amidst the chill. The lakes are starting to melt; it will be paddling time soon. My favorite paddle any time of year is the south basin of Allequash Lake. If you could take a time lapse sequence of yourself paddling on Allequash you would see a remarkable metamorphosis. In the first frames you are paddling on a quiet lake in spring, not unlike many other lakes. Though it is hard to tell without any underwater plants to betray the current, water is gently flowing over soft mucky sediments – perfect habitat for wild rice – and the star of this story. You see last year’s cattail stalks with ragged, disheveled hot-dog-shaped seed heads on the firmer, far edges of the water. You hear the first male red-winged blackbirds noisily proclaiming territories in the marshy margins. Off in the distance, some trumpeter swans have |