(As it turned out, I had time to flip even more on Sunday, so I'm in the clear.)
We were on Centennial Beach, at Boundary Bay; a quick walk before the tide forced us back. Boundary Bay is not the place to go looking for rocks.
Mud, sand, eelgrass. The raised lumps are worm poop mounds. Sand. Not a rock in sight.
But up against the last house before the park, the wall had been reinforced with riprap, against high water.
Too big to manage.
Smaller rocks on the park side.
I found one I could lift, and carefully flipped it over. Earwigs scattered in all directions. By the time I'd trained my camera on the space, they were gone. All but one; she wasn't planning to move.
Hole in the center, earwig, and something white.
Standing her ground, ready to defend her eggs.
A male, on his way to hide under a neighbouring rock.
This is the giant seaside earwig, Anisolabis maritima. We saw some on Vancouver Island this summer. The female has straight pincers (forceps) at the tail; the male's are curved inwards.
A few steps up the slope, sea rocket grew over the sand at the base of the rocks. A few rocks had rolled down onto it; I flipped a medium-sized one.
Sea rocket. Cakile maritima, I think, from the deeply indented leaves.
Dead sea rocket under the rock. Note the sharp stay-at-home seed pods. A smoother section has floated or rolled away.
Brown sowbug that scuttled away to hide under a plank.
I took a few steps the opposite direction, down the beach. A few rocks had ended up on the gravel at high tide level: had they been there long enough to attract critters? At least one had.
Purple shore crab trying to make himself invisible under the stones.
Getting worried. I replaced his rock, gently.
Twenty steps, three different habitats.
thank you so much for the walk on the beach this morning...I loved it. And here I thought I was the only one who flipped rocks during high tide!!ReplyDelete
I'm learning so much from your posts, I never knew that about earwigs, we have so many here too.ReplyDelete
It’s fascinating to see all the life that exists nearby in untouched places. I’ve noticed how creepy critters scatter and disappear in seconds when discovered. So I do admire that earwig for standing her ground. :))ReplyDelete
I didn't think you could top the earwig mama with eggs until I saw that purple crab -- what an endearing creature!ReplyDelete
This is the second year in a row that I missed rock flipping day. Well, I knew it was coming, I just didn't get a rock flipped. My excuse is that I'm in the middle of a huge city in Southern California staying in a hotel with very uninteresting rocks out front. Next year I'll be better prepared even if I have to go out a day (or two) ahead. - MargyReplyDelete
Agree with Dave. I loved that earwig with her eggs, but then I got to the purple crab who really did look quite worried! (-:ReplyDelete
Thanks for coordinating the IRFD again this year.
I have a new respect for earwigs after your rock adventure. When I see the teeny ones around here, I will tell them about their giant beach-living cousin.ReplyDelete
Great picture I like it so much... but what do you call that living creature the tiny one!!.. good job...ReplyDelete
Which one? The earwig, the sowbug, or the crab? They're all tiny.