Thursday, March 26, 2009

Wheels-up in a ditch.

After spawning, they die. Their carcasses settle in lazy backwaters.


Still others are found wheels-up on shore, retrieved by scavengers, or having never reached their natal ditch, blocked by walls of Himalayan blackberry. They perish of frustration.

8 comments:

Karen said...

Hee hee. We went on a class field trip today to the beach, and I totally thought of you, "the naturalist." Our guy was pretty good but I don't think as knowledgeable as you would have been.

PSYL said...

The ditches in your neighborhood contain so much excitement. Although I'm not really jealous at all.

Aunt Debbi/kurts mom said...

Snort:)

pinguinus said...

Brilliant!

Hugh said...

Karen, Thanks. I'm pretty good at intertidal zone stuff and shopping cart ecology.

PSYL, you have herons, bitterns and muskrats. We have wheeled fauna. There is no end to the riches of ditches.

Deb, Snort indeed.

Pinguini, glad you liked it.

Seabrooke said...

I'm half-convinced that you carry around a shopping cart in the back of your vehicle and set it up in opportune locations. How do you manage to find so many? Maybe I just don't know enough about their particular ecology to know when and where to look.

Hugh said...

Seabrooke,

No, I don't do that. I discover these situations as I pedal my bike around. I would be happy for assistance. There are lots of ditches here, sure, but why does that demand a carpet-bombing of upside-down shopping carts? Most show no affiliation with the big grocery chains or any other enterprise...it's as if they fall from the sky and end up in ditches.

This is not over, not by a long shot.

Seabrooke said...

That's too funny. Well, we're certainly enjoying the posts that result of your discoveries! I'll be looking forward to seeing what you turn up next.