Thursday, October 30, 2008

Beetle mining for mining beetles

If I have a defect (I said, "if"), it is that I don't let go of a topic until it is thoroughly dealt with. (Well, that's one. There may be a few others.)

So, after we brought home those photos of the engraved branch, last Sunday, I wondered aloud what critter had done that work, how, and why. When I mentioned that I had dug the branch out from the rocks and logs, and propped it up well above the tide line, and that, "maybe it will still be there next time we go down that trail," Laurie proposed going the very next day, with a saw.

(Laurie is incredibly patient with me.)

So he carried his saw down that steep trail, and sawed the branch in half. It was just right for a tall, sturdy walking stick for me, and a cudgel for him. To ward off any dangerous falling leaves, I presume.

At home we examined our haul. It is birch, from the remains of bark on the "cudgel" end, still flexible, but dry. I peeled off the bark; the tunnels underneath were full of wood paste, still dampish. They made quite a pile.


Another "carving"; some species of fantastic centipede?

I remembered that Snail had recently discovered larvae and adults of leaf miners by following their tunnels: I would try the same thing here. With a sharp hook, I carefully dug out the sawdusty filling, checking it under a lens as it accumulated.

Soon I found something; something tiny, shiny and black. It looked, under the microscope, like the pronotum and part of a head of a small beetle. I was on the right track! I dug some more, and found an elytra, then two.

I needed that encouragement, because it was over an hour before I found an entire beetle, all 3 mm. of it. And then I couldn't believe that I really had it all.

Here's beetle # 1:


It looks as if it were missing the end of the abdomen. And the legs are too short, almost not there, as if something had eaten them away.


I couldn't make any sense out of the mouthparts, even with the microscope.

I found a couple more, in the same state. One was a paler brown:


See how it looks almost broken off at the end?

Twisting and turning them, I realized that the stubs of legs had the normal claws at the end; maybe I had the whole beetle, after all.


Oh, Google Images! Trying "birch bark beetle". And I hit it first thing. Should have Googled earlier.

The master engravers are probably Birch bark beetles, Scolytus ratzeburgi Janson. Or possibly Elm beetles, which are more or less identical; a page from Virginia Tech says that,
Species identification is difficult because the adult beetles of the various species are very similar, cylindrical and hard-shelled.
And VT has an explanation of the intricate patterns the beetles create:
Adult bark beetles bore through the bark to the cambium layer of suitable host trees. The female excavates a tunnel between the bark and wood along which she lays her eggs. Upon hatching, each grub burrows away from the egg tunnel and feeds on the live bark tissue (phloem) and outer cell layers of wood (xylem). The resulting network of egg and larval tunnels beneath the bark is called a gallery.
If you look at the photo of a gallery above, you can see a tiny hole at one end, where the female entered. They bore nicely rounded holes; here are two, from the outside:


I followed one of the tunnels along from the entry hole, and found a beetle trapped at the end. Here's the hole and channel, after I had cleaned out the sawdust:


And turning it around, here's the beetle:


Unfortunately, when I pried this one out, it came apart.

I would imagine that this was a female; she came in from outside, didn't get around to laying eggs, and died. There are no side tunnels, and she'd barely travelled a little more than half an inch.

Again, from VT;
The "shot hole" appearance of the bark in infested trees indicates that numerous beetles have matured, chewed exit holes, and flown off to find new breeding sites.
This branch, at least in the parts that still had bark, didn't really have too many exit holes. It is possible that the branch fell in a windstorm, and landed in salt water, killing the larvae before they matured.

I also found, under the bark, a microscopic shell of a marine snail.
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Anonymous artist found in hiding ...

But there is still some work to be done on the story. Look for it tomorrow.

For now, rest your eyes:


Sky and sea, off Kwomais Point, yesterday.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Lord of all he surveys

On the superstructure of an old tug converted into a children's play space, at the New Westminster Quay, a crow posed:


Keeping an eye out for pesky eagles ...


... or for kids with their tribute of cookies and chips.

We had nothing to offer, so he flew away...


... to establish his supremacy over a row of humble pigeons.
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Nicomekl


The Nicomekl River is a tranquil, meandering, dawdling little river. It crawls across the Fraser Delta from the low hills east of Langley to drop its share of the farm soils into the bird heaven that is Mud Bay. The water is a green-brown mud colour.


If the light is right, it makes an excellent mirror; nothing shines through from underneath:


The name comes from the Halq'emeylem, and means, "the route to go" or "the pathway." Which makes sense; it is an easy river to navigate in small craft, if short (34 km).

On our way to Crescent Beach and Kwomais Point, we often stop at the last little bridge that crosses it.


One-lane bridge. Not too much traffic.

There's not much to see; slow water upriver, slow water downriver. Sometimes a duck or two. But it's a restful spot.


Looking upstream: that bridge is the one we will cross going home.

Once, many years ago, we fished upriver; a lazy, sleepy afternoon, watching the red and white floats drift on the stream, catching nothing.
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Monday, October 27, 2008

Half a dozen photos of an old branch

We found this beautifully engraved branch jammed in among the logs and rocks in the splash zone at Kwomais Point. At first glance, it looked man-made. But no, it is the work of smaller artists:


Artistry by bark-tunnelling insects.

Look at the designs they have made!


Is that a fish, down in the shadows?


Woman in furs


Untitled

I peeled back the bark from one section. The wood was still damp, and the contents of the tunnels stayed with the bark. See how the raised design on the bark matches the engraving on the wood beneath.



I don't know what type of creature does this. The branch was green wood, still flexible, not driftwood, so it would have been carved on the tree; these are not marine organisms.

And it was too long for the car; maybe we should be carrying a saw on our outings, too.


A mouse logo.

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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Bug bane jelly

Walking on the rocks near Kwomais Point, we came across another of those red jellyfish, Cyanea capillata:

Cyanea capillata 13
Small, dead, half-dry jellyfish

Not this one, but one like it. Dry and leathery-looking, but still in one piece. I'd been watching videos and reading about these jellies; it seems that only the tentacles will sting, so this time I dared to touch the upper part. It was sticky, like fly-paper. And it had trapped a couple of things.


A bug. Maybe two bugs.


Stuck tight.

I pried the bug off, and brought it home in a pill bottle. Here it is, right side up.


Something else for BugGuide.

It was dead when I found it, but undamaged except for the loss of part of a leg and a scratch on the wing covers. I wonder; did it die because it got stuck on the jellyfish, or was it poisoned by its venom? I can't imagine that this is its usual diet.

This would be, I think, a true bug; it has the long sucking tube of a bug. So, back to BugGuide's gazillion photos of bugs. (399 pages of them!) Any hints you can give me would be greatly appreciated.

*Update: Wow! I'm down to the Family, already! He's some sort of Dirt-colored Seed Bug, Rhyparochromidae. (Only 10 pages of these.) More or less like this one, from California.
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Saturday, October 25, 2008

Just goofing around

Laurie wanted a "scary" spider for a card he's making. I found one of my old photos and tweaked it a bit.

I liked the result so much I have to share it with you:


A tiny Araneus diadematus

These cross spiders always remind me of old jewelry; this one even more so. Love those purple knees! And if you look closely, there is a face on the back; I see a smiling Indian prince with an imposing headdress, or maybe Ganesh, with headdress.

So much for "scary"! Laurie said it suited his purpose, though.
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Friday, October 24, 2008

Critters of the sand

It was the last sunny day this week, the weather people said. (They were wrong, but that's beside the point.) So even though we were not free until late in the afternoon, we headed to the beach. And found the tide at its highest point. There was no beach, to speak of; a strip of piled drying eelgrass, above that, the sandy path in front of the houses.

Walking on the eelgrass is difficult, and the flies were bothersome. We dawdled along the path. Laurie took another dozen photos of Mount Baker, and I sat on a log to wait for him. Something moved in the sand, and I chased it down and bagged it. A beetle or fly of some sort. And I caught a beachhopper to keep it company, collected a pill bottle of sand for housing.

We went on. Behind the next log, I almost stepped on a pair of big black spiders. They fled, and I chased them with the camera; here's the slowpoke of the pair:


A wolf spider, almost completely black.

After a while, we crossed the eelgrass again, and found that the tide was starting down; there was a smidgen of beach about a foot wide. Yay!

And just a few steps along that strip, Laurie came across one of those jellyfish that "Huckleberry" had written about.



Cyanea capillata, Lion's Mane jellyfish

Aren't the colours appetizing? Imagine that on toast!

We found quite a few of these at the high-tide line, mostly in deep reds and oranges shot with gold. A couple were paler. The one in the photo was one of the smaller jellies; the first one was at least 14 inches across, which is about as big as they get this far south.

As "Huckleberry" said, none had tentacles. Many were quite decayed, and had lost the central cap, so they looked like jelly doughnuts. Only in a couple could I see the 8 lobes.

For a list of interesting links, check out Huckleberry Days. And here's a YouTube video, which will lead you to several more; these animals are seriously beautiful in motion!

Supper time. It was a short walk. But at home, I had my captures to investigate.

The beachhopper turned out to be the smaller of the two common hoppers from our beaches, Orchestia traskiana:


Cute eyes.

I've spent quite a bit of time trying to get a photo of him without torturing him with plastic.


Head down in the wet sand.

But it is almost impossible. When I gently pry him loose from his hidey-hole, he comes with his own coat of sand. In that state, he lies still, pretending to be dead, but looking like a lump of sand. When I wash him off with a droplet or two of water, he leaps! to his many feet, flips over, and burrows into the sand. If I am very, very quick, I get him in the above position. A moment of hesitation, and he is almost invisible, except for the very top of his back. A minute later, there is no sign of his presence.

So, here he is, exposed and unhappy:


The tail rolls under; even walking on the flat, he keeps it in that position. But while he is burrowing, he shoves his head into the sand, then repeatedly flips the tail out straight, scooping the sand out from underneath and piling it on his back.

He has seven pairs of legs, three in back (I only see two) and four in front, plus assorted other appendages. And they all stick out at strange angles; check out those last legs in the full-size photo (click on it).

He is active at night; when I checked him at midnight, he was out wandering around. I brought him into the light, and within a minute, he was buried.

Next, the beetle. Which turned out to be a Rove beetle, about 1 cm. long, and as ornery as the beachhopper.


A long, skinny beetle with undersized elytra (wing covers). And I love those beaded antennae!

This is an extremely active beetle. Nothing slowed it down, neither dark nor light nor cold. Wet or dry, it keeps moving. I moved it to a container of very fine, dry sand for easier photo-taking, and the sand stuck to it; then it went into a frenzy, contorting itself every which way, brushing, twisting, combing, flipping, until no sand grain was left.

So no face shots.

About those wing covers: on most beetles, they reach the full length of the wing. The rove wears a little back-pack with the wings folded inside. I got a fuzzy photo of the wings extended all the way:


And this beastie likes the light; at midnight, it was nowhere to be seen. Under my desk lamp, it woke up and -- of course -- started to race around again.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

October in the parking lot ...

... on a sunny afternoon at Tim Horton's:


Enticing colours; "Look around! Don't go home until you've seen what we've done here!"


Multicoloured trees ...


and shrubs ...




Scattering leaves ...


and bark.

I like the way droplets of water serve as magnifying glasses on fallen leaves:


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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Green and yellow and bumpy eyes

Sometimes the flash does weird things to the cat's eyes.


Look at this full-size (click) to see the hills and valleys in the irises. Is that the muscles contracting to respond to the flash, or an optical illusion?

This world is so full of mysteries ...
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Monday, October 20, 2008

Greater Yellowlegs at Mud Bay

On a sunny afternoon last week. They were busy eating something in the mud by the pilings, happily pip-pip-pipping all the while, and let us approach much closer than usual.






I wonder what they were eating. What lives in that mud? Next time, I'll bring home a sample. I didn't want to disturb them last Sunday; they were having too much fun.
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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Westham Island Herb Farm

Second in the Westham Island Herb Farm series.

The Ellis family has been farming at this location in Delta since 1916. The on-site outlet for their produce, WIHF, is snuggled up against the farm proper; a complex of sheds and a farmhouse, surrounded by extensive fields.

At this time of the year, most of the fields are resting; the store will close for the winter in two weeks. But the owner, Sharon Ellis, ends the year with a bash and a blaze of Hallowe'en colour and fun.

Pumpkins, of course. Starting next week, there will be carved pumpkin faces everywhere, lit up each night until Hallowe'en. And there are costumed figures, smiling "scary" masks, a haunted house for the little ones (billed as "Terror in the Jungle" and housed inside a quonset greenhouse.) I was tempted to pretend to be a kid just to go in and see what they've cooked up.

Is that a wicked grin, or just insane? Uncle Herb, inviting us into his "Jungle".

But there's more to be seen. On the far side of the pumpkin festival, there's a tiny, old-timey general store, carrying everything from home-made jams and jellies to soap and buckets.


Through that back door, a little lawn overshadowed by a hard-working kiwi vine, still producing in spite of the chilly weather:


Vintage farm tools and farmhouse dishes decorate outside walls.


The flower is made of parts of machinery. And does anyone know what that wheel would have been used for?

Down a path past a battery of wheelbarrows, there is a henhouse and stable. The henhouse was empty, but this birdhouse had some pretty tenants:


Birdhouse. No birds.


Wasps, instead. With a spider web as curtain across the door.


The only chicken we saw.


One of the residents of the stable


Clematis climbing the chickenwire

Back around the front, we went in to see what veggies were available still. We bought newly-dug potatoes and carrots. (Try to remember the smell of a fresh-pulled carrot -- worth the stop all on its own!) Some of the carrots were a pale yellow; I had never seen any like them. I got a few onions, too, and garlic heads. And apples, of course.


Mouth-watering


Crookneck squash

The owner (I think it was) chatted with us as she cleaned veggies by the back door. Did you know that potatoes keep better if they're not washed? I didn't. I bought the washed ones, anyhow; I would use them in a couple of days.

Back out to the car with our loot, stopping on the way to invade Miss Pumpkin's privacy in the bath:


Rubber duckie and all

Of course, if she hadn't planted herself in the flower/herb/squash bed right by the driveway, she would have reason for complaint. As it was, she seemed completely unperturbed by our swarming around.

Missus Pumpkin's tractor was bogged down; ...


... she was still by the roadside when we left. She waved goodbye.


Bye! See you again in the spring!
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