Flipping rocks at low tide. Each one hides another treasure. And I stand up, holding my back and groaning, and tell myself it's time to quit. But there's a likely-looking rock in front of me. And another over there; and another ...
So here I am, a week later, still sorting photos of the one session on the beach. And the low tides in mid-afternoon are still beckoning.
Here, in no particular order, are a few of the remaining photos of under-rock critters.
|Black prickleback, black blenny, Xiphister atropurpureus. The black bands with white edging behind the eyes identify it. The Rock prickleback has the same bands, but the edging is dark, the centres light.|
|A tiny northern clingfish, caught in a clamshell. Gobiesox maendricus.|
|Nudibranch egg ribbon. I'm not sure which nudibranch laid them.|
|Baby grainy hand hermit, in a broken baby moon snail shell.|
|Another grainy hand. The legs are a clear yellow when they're small.|
|Pink-tipped green anemone. And I think that's a nudibranch near the centre top, under the seaweed.|
|Unidentified chiton. This was one of a group almost hidden in the mud in a tidepool full of floating seaweed fragments. The largest was a bit over an inch long.|
|Another unidentified nudibranch, half-hidden under a rock and not seen until I examined my photos.|
|Seaweeds floating in the tide.|
More goodies tomorrow. And then, a day trip to Mitlenatch Island. And a video or two. I'll never catch up!