Two out of six ain't bad.
Barney wasn't co-operating; he went and hid at the back of the tank, but I only needed his jacket, after all.
|"Look, Ma, no barnacles!"|
It must be nice to be able to slough off old skin, and get an all-new, younger complexion again. Here's Barney, as he was a month ago:
|Barnacles and algae on his back|
And just look at him now!
Inside one of the barnacled clamshells that I brought for the leafy hornmouth, I found a baby starfish with only three arms. I don't know if he's sick, and has detached the damaged arms, or if something tried to eat him. But he has a new, growing stub of a fourth arm, and seems contented in a hospital tank. If he survives, I'll take him back to the beach; we need all the immune starfish we can get.
|He's an inch across.|
I watched a mid-size shrimp eating bubble shell eggs. She seemed to like the jelly they're encased in; every so often, she'd spit out a whole yellow egg, and it would drift away. The hermits eat the eggs, jelly and all.
|Eggs in aspic?|
And to make up for the missing amphipods, etcetera, here are a few other critters:
|Nassa snail, balanced on the tip of a barnacled clamshell|
|Hydroids, Obelia sp. The hermits eat these as soon as they finish the diatom masses.|
And I still have four photos on my list. I'll try again tomorrow.