Showing posts with label puddles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label puddles. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 02, 2021

Time marches

November already! Cold, mostly rainy, freezing last night. Sunrise today, 8:12 AM. Sunset, 5:56 PM., with 5 or 6 minutes being shaved off daylight every day.

But the sun came out Saturday and Sunday. I bundled up and went looking for mushrooms at Roberts Lake. Had to walk carefully, there were so many!

Photos coming. For now, here's the parking lot:

Deciduous trees, still bearing leaves, border an evergreen forest.

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Y ya estamos en noviembre. Hace frío, llueve, anoche se congeló. Hoy el sol salió a las 8:12 de la mañana, y se puso a las 5:56. Por ahora, todos los dias perdemos otros 5 o 6 minutos de luz.

Pero el sábado no llovía. Me puse la chamarra de invierno y fui a buscar hongos en el bosque al lado del lago Roberts. ¡Hubo tantos que tenía que caminar con cuidado para no pisarlos!

Habrá fotos. Por ahora, aquí una del estacionamiento. Los árboles de hojas caducas que bordean el bosque aquí todavía llevan hojas. El bosque, donde no le llega el sol, es de árboles perennefolios.


Monday, November 27, 2017

Upside-down trees.

It stopped raining. Just for the day; we even had blue sky for part of the afternoon! I went to explore a new trail, dodging puddles most of the way. Puddles full of trees.

Study in greys. The cloud cover was still thick.

Branches going every which way. And the sun trying to break through.

Looking at the bush, the trees become a tangle of competing branches and fallen leaves; in the puddles, they're reflected singly against the sky.

I heard a frog couple croaking back and forth, and stood a long time with my toes in the creek, trying to see either one of them; no such luck! Wet leaves, wet branches, wet moss, wet mud, wet feet; no wet frogs. I was glad to hear them, though.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Here today, gone tomorrow

We had a good, hard, pelting rainstorm a few days ago, all day long. Across the street in the vacant lot, that means we'll find big puddles, slowly draining through the hard-packed clay soil. They're temporary ponds, lasting only a few weeks unless it keeps on raining, but while they last, they're busy. Crows congregate around the larger ones, bathing and arguing. A few times, we've found mallards resting there. Insects drop in for a drink; beetles and snails rest in the cool mud.

At the far end of the lot, I stopped to inspect a new pond, a few inches deep.

About a quarter of the puddle.

The top layer of clay had dried and cracked; the cracks remain, even underwater.

But what were those tiny specks in the water? When I bent down to look, I could see that they were swimming about. Hundreds upon hundreds, thousands of them, as small as dust, and about the same colour as the yellowish mud. I took a photo with the flash, to see if that would make them more visible.

They're all over, but hard to see against the muddy bottom.

Zooming in, no flash. There are a few springtails on the stick, about 1 mm. long, slightly bigger than the swimmers.

The same photo, cropped. Now the critters are recognizable as ostracods.

Ostracods are small crustaceans, typically around 1 millimetre (0.04 in) in size, but varying from 0.2 millimetres (0.008 in) to 30 mm (1.2 in) in the case of Gigantocypris. Their bodies are flattened from side to side and protected by a bivalve-like, chitinous or calcareous valve or "shell". (Wikipedia)

Under a good lens, an ostracod looks sort of like a swimming clam. If the light is right, a hint of the body can be seen through the shell; imagine an amphipod, all 14 legs vibrating constantly, inside a clamshell, with a few legs or antennae occasionally peeping out.

They live in both fresh and salt water environments, from the poles to the tropics. I have often found them in sand or seaweed from the intertidal zone. Some 65,000 species have been identified; there are probably many more to be discovered.

These ones, the ones in my puddle, have selected a particularly difficult environment. The water is clear, there is plenty of vegetation to serve as food, but if the sun shines, their home will disappear in short order. Some species of ostracod will live for up to a year; these guys won't have the chance. A few weeks, if they're lucky.

At one end of the pond, there is a mass of fibers. Old moss? Leftover trash, well rotted? I couldn't tell. But the ostracods were less active around them, easier to photograph. Click to see the photo full size; you can see the clam shape, and on one, up in the right hand corner, a tentacle peeping out.

An ostracod at home in a bowl. The one eye is plainly visible. Some ostracods have two.

How do these animals manage to live under these conditions? First, they don't waste time. They spend up to 80% of their lifespan laying eggs. These eggs are resistant to dessication; they can "sleep" in dry soil for years, until the rains come again. Some adults and young are also able to go into stasis when the pond dries up or freezes.

And also, they reproduce in vast numbers. Most of the ones in this pool won't survive the dry times ahead, but enough will to produce the next generation.


Also in the puddle were a number of these swimming bugs, very fast, zipping around the bottom, occasionally popping up to the surface for a second or two. I think they may be the Acilius diving beetle.

And a water strider, one of two.

Examining the photos, looking for a clear shot of an ostracod, I discovered this snail on the bottom. It is a species I have not seen here before.

The white oval to the left of the snail looks like an abandoned clam shell. (Look at the photo full size.) This may be a molted valve. Like other crustaceans, the growing ostracod  has to abandon the hard outer shell, in the case of freshwater ostracods, 8 times.

There's an excellent YouTube video here, showing the live ostracod kicking inside her shell. Watch all the way to the end, when she suddenly starts zipping around.

And this is mind-boggling:
Ostracods possess the largest sperm in the animal kingdom in both relative and absolute terms. Ostracod sperm can be up to ten times the length of the male's body! Some male ostracodes need a special organ (Zenker's organ) to aid in sperm transport.

However, about a third of freshwater ostracod species don't worry about that; they are parthenogenic, and need no males to reproduce.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Vote for Tomorrow

Out for a quick walk around the block, I looked across the street to the vacant lot. This fall, someone had brought in machinery and levelled the south half of it, stripped it down to the bare gravel, abandoned a bucket there, and disappeared. The bare earth has been sitting there, ever since, staring bleakly at the sky.

But on the far side, a few trees provide habitat for crows:


Lookout and nest.

I noticed their reflections in some newish puddles, and we walked over to look.


The ground underfoot was a mix of fairly solid gravel, and soft mud. Some of the grasses are beginning their work of reclamation. Again.


Oak leaf on mud-stained, wind-blown paper.



The bucket of the backhoe, rusting out.

And in the biggest of the puddles, (still only a few inches deep) a pair of mallards rested:




"Not much to eat here, but at least we have it to ourselves."

At the end of this puddle, there is a message.


"Vote for tomorrow. Vote Green."

Unfortunately, no-one was listening.

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