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Rufus Retriever’s Heartfelt Confession

Thursday, May 5th, 2011

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Turtle Journal’s Rufus Retriever’s Confession

“Wow!  I went out to the tidal flats of Outer Cape Cod for the very first time, and you wouldn’t believe all the wonderful things I found.  My dad shot this video of the critters I got a chance to meet, but he missed the best one, though.

“While he and mom were wading out into the Fresh Brook Run, I spotted a snoozing duck.  Shush!!  Please don’t tell the nice folks at Mass Audubon.  They’re my friends and I don’t want them to be mad at me.  You see, it’s in my DNA makeup and I have little control over my genetic compulsion at this tender age.  Dad and mom are trying to teach me, and I’m sure I’ll learn soon.

“But BOY! was it fun to get down on all fours on the sandbar and snake-walk ever so slowly toward that floating duck.  I crept silently, step by step, inch by inch.  I held my breath.  And then … I pounced.

“With my soft mouth I snatched the duck by the nape and high-footed in unbridled puppy pride to show off my trophy to dad and mom.  The duck began dancing in mid air as I pranced toward them, splashing in the shallows. 

“I suspected I may have done something wrong when I saw the shocked expression on their faces.  Dad calmly said, ‘Rufus, drop the duck.  Leave!’

“I opened my mouth and out popped the frantic duck who quick-walked on water … flap, flap, flap, flap … until he got airborne.

“So, I hope you’ll forgive me when I confess that it was really great fun … that I will try ever so hard never to do it again.

“Look deep inside my eyes.  I’m so sorry.  How could you doubt this innocent face?”

Rufus Retriever’s Day of Discovery (Sans Duck)

Discovering the Road Not Taken

Monday, April 25th, 2011

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Rufus Retriever Marks Her Own Path

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both …”

begins the sacred words of every dogs’ patron poet Robert Frost.  And I, Rufus Retriever, approaching the end of my six months of playful puppyhood, must choose my path.  There’s the much trodden way of four-legged lives clipped to a too short leash, sniffing smells that each in turn shares with the other.  Nothing new as each sun rises and each sun sets with the east still east and the west still west.  Not for me this flat paved road from yesterday to tomorrow.

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Rumpled Rufus

Wake-up came early on Easter morn as I savored my last virtual romp through the cabbage patch in pursuit of the Giant White Rabbit. 

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 White Rabbit Eggs?

Though I never caught clear glimpse of his presence that I had only sensed in pre-dawn shadows, he must have been as white as the eggs he left for us to decorate on Easter Eve.  Truth be told, I was surprised to learn that rabbits laid eggs, but as a budding scientist, I yearn for these surprise discoveries.

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Coloring Rabbit Eggs

It was fun to watch preparations as cold water, tablets and vinegar were combined with white rabbit eggs to produce a festival of color and design.

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A Dozen Rabbits in Waiting, I Guess

Even though one egg looked suspiciously like turtle, I guess they represent some sort of celebration in honor of the future hatching of baby white rabbits.  Again, there’s a lot I still don’t understand, such as why we placed the perfect white rabbit eggs in boiling water; although I suppose it could have been for rapid incubation.  And then why we decorated each of the eggs individually; although I guess even baby rabbits want to be unique.

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Rufus Contemplates Her Future

With Easter Eve as prologue, and the morning yawns behind me, I dashed into the woods in sure hope that Frost would guide me to the road less traveled.  I will confess that my thoughts wandered a bit as I spyed the size of my paws and wondered whether I would ever stop growing.  Would I gain the stature of the Giant White Rabbit?  But those were transient thoughts, and I focused on my chosen path as the singular canine naturalist.

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Rufus Sniffs for Adventure

Where would I find today’s discovery?  I scrambled along the rock jetties of Silvershell Beach and sniffed the abutting salt marshes.

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Rufus Experiments with Rockweed

While the smells were delightful, and I detected a faint sign that my neighbor golden retriever Harry had stopped by the beach last night, the weather was still a bit chilly for estuary critters to be on the march.  Still, I liked the tasty rockweed (Fucus sp.) and bursting the little air sacs proved a cool experiment.

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Rufus Discovers Female Spotted Turtle

With nothing exciting at the beach, I galloped over to the bog wetlands and immediately encountered a female spotted turtle that was basking along the edge of an abandoned cranberry bog channel.  I alerted my research assistant (and minder) Becky Nourse, and we carefully examined the turtle to extract lots of scientific data.  Unfortunately, they have not yet entrusted me with a smart phone, so I had to permit my assistant to document the find.

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Satisfied Rufus Retriever

All in all, a perfect ending  to a perfect day as I explored the future with Robert Frost as my compass,

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —

I took the one less traveled by”

Creatures of the Night (in Springtime Bog)

Friday, April 15th, 2011

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American Toad (Bufo americanus)

Pitch black, heavy clouds and driving rain.  The absolute best springtime conditions to venture into swamps and bogs of Massachusetts’ South Coast to spy on the ardent rituals of awakening amphibians.  The Turtle Journal vehicle splashed through bottomless puddles.  Our lights probed the gooey darkness as we crawled along a cratered one lane road half a mile through flooded wetlands to reach the abandoned Goldwitz cranberry bog.  Our arrival was greeted by a riotous cacophony of spring peepers, American toads and wood frogs.

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American Toad from Nighttime Goldwitz Bog

We donned our field gloves, grabbed our sampling nets, snapped on our flashlights and plodded through several inches of rain as we searched the bog channels for creatures of the night.  Spring peepers were everywhere, and we decided to net one of them last because they are so difficult to restrain in the darkness.  Sue Wieber Nourse spotted an American toad and snagged it for closer examination.

Examining American Toad

The Eastern American Toad is a medium size amphibian and fairly common in the wetlands of Southeastern Massachusetts.  This specimen proved quite cooperative during documentation and was quickly released back into the bog channel to continue its mating rituals.

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Spring Peeper (Pseudoacris crucifer)

Don Lewis netted two spring peepers for closer examination.  They are brown, tan or beige, and can easily be distinguished by the dark “X” or cross on their back; hence, the name “crucifer” or cross-bearer.

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Spring Peeper from Nighttime Goldwitz Bog

These tiny frogs, ranging from less than an inch to maybe an inch and a half, are the most common voices in South Coast wetlands during the spring. 

Examining Spring Peeper

So small, they are quite difficult to control and photograph at night without harming the animal.  We snapped a couple of quick photographs and captured a short video clip as they escaped from the back of the Turtle Journal vehicle.  Within a wink, the peepers had disappeared into the night storm.  Drenched, but contented, we also disappeared into the darkness as we retraced our way back to Turtle Journal central.

Tiny Juvenile Horseshoe Crab Emerges

Sunday, April 10th, 2011

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Juvenile Horseshoe Crab in Wellfleet Marsh

Saturday proved a glorious early April day with bright sunshine and temperature rising into the lower 50s.  Turtle Journal decided to make its annual spring pilgrimage to the Indian Neck salt marsh system in Wellfleet on the Outer Cape in search of emerging juvenile horseshoe crabs 

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Juvenile Horseshoe Crab Tracks in Marsh Channel

The Fox Island Wildlife Management Area on Indian Neck lies on the north bank of Blackfish Creek.  Protected by barrier dunes, these salt marshes are extremely productive, and each year we look to this area for our first sighting of tiny juvenile horseshoe crabs rising from their winter slumber along the oozy bottom.  As we examined the main salt marsh near King Phillip Road, Don spotted telltale signs of miniature horseshoe crab tracks on the channel bottom.

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Don Lewis Searches Marsh Bottom for Horseshoe Crab

He photo-documented the marks and then began to solve the maze to determine where the actual critter might be.  Once you make your first pass along the bottom, turbidity will obscure the search.  So, you better be right the first time.  You can play the game yourself.  Click on the crawl mark photograph to enlarge it, and see if you can determine the most likely spot to make your first probe for the critter.

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Tiny Juvenile Horseshoe Crab Netted

With a small sampling net, Don probed the bottom about two inches deep at the most likely location.  Of course the net became filled with loose sand and ooze.  It took several dips of the net back into the water to clear away the muck, as though panning for gold, to reveal a tiny, exquisite juvenile horseshoe crab.

Juvenile Horseshoe Crab (Limulus polyphemus)

Juvenile horseshoe crabs are delightful to watch.  Appearing as ancient as the earliest trilobites, horsehoe crabs create awe in the Turtle Journal team as we study them each year.  Sadly, humans have harvested these marvelous creatures to the edge of extinction, impoverishing our entire tidal and inter-tidal eco-systems, as well as driving certain shorebirds that survive long migrations on horseshoe crab eggs to the brink, too.  It gives us joy, though, to find juveniles each spring as we hope for sanity to prevail in state and federal management of this important species.  As you may know, horseshoe crabs are true blue bloods (with copper rather than iron) that yield a powerful bacterial detector that saves human lives.  They’re also extremely valuable in the research of vision (with both compound and simple eyes) as well as many other scientific and medical breakthroughs.

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Underside of Tiny Juvenile Horseshoe Crab

Upside down, this little horseshoe crab presents a nice view of its five pairs of walking, swimming and foraging legs, as well as its book gills behind the legs.  You may know that to grow, a horseshoe crab must molt.  It leaves its shell when it gets too confining, and soon a new, larger shell hardens around its soft tissue.  It takes sixteen and seventeen molts respectively over a period of nine to eleven years for a male and a female to reach maturity.

Release of Juvenile Horseshoe Crab Back into Marsh

As soon as we finished our analysis of this youngster, we released it back into the same marsh channel.  It took a couple of attempts to make sure that the critter was safe and sound, as it burrowed itself back under the oozy bottom to enjoy the rest of this beautiful April day.  Bon chance, young horseshoe crab!

Return of the Crabby Hermit

Friday, April 8th, 2011

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Flat-Clawed Hermit Crab (Pagurus pollicaris)

The tidal flats in Sippican Harbor off Buzzards Bay warmed enough today for flat-clawed hermit crabs to become active.  This morning a crabby hermit scurried along the shallows at Silvershell Beach in Marion in a small moonsnail shell. 

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Flat-Clawed Hermit Crab (in Moonsnail Shell)

These vagabond crustaceans adopt abandoned shells of snails and whelks.  But of course, they move quite differently than the snails and whelks who formerly occupied these shells.  As a consequence, a portion of its new home constantly drags along the tidal flats and creates a telltale “bald” or shiny spot, which can be easily spotted in the photograph above.  With the shell flipped upside down, you can see where its new home rubs against the bottom. 

Besides the common name “Flat-Clawed Hermit Crab,” these animals are also called “Broad-Clawed Hermit Crabs.” 

Meet the Crabby Hermit

Okay.  Perhaps the flat-clawed hermit crab lacks a little something in the cuteness category.  But Turtle Journal loves these seemingly comical critters; and when you get the chance to see one outside its shell, we believe they display an adorably playful presence.  We rescued this particular hermit crab in October.  It had been residing in a whelk shell that was swooped up by a gull that dropped it from considerable height just as we happened on the scene.  The force of the crash on the concrete boat ramp smashed the whelk shell and trapped the hermit crab inside.

Crabby Hermit Finds a New Home

We decided to give Nature (and this crabby hermit) a helping hand by first freeing it from the crushed whelk shell, and then offering a selection of empty whelk shells for it to choose a new home.  The video clip above shows our crabby friend adopting its new abode.

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Flat-Clawed Hermit Crab

Today’s specimen in its moonsnail shell was much smaller.  This photograph with the barnacle in the upper left gives a good sense of the hermit crab’s size.

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Flat-Clawed Hermit Crab with Snail Fur

Hermit crab shells provide habitat for snail fur (Hydractinia echinata).  This hydroid grows in colonies on snail shells that have been taken over by hermit crabs.  According to Marine Life of the North Atlantic by Andrew J. Martinez, “It is believed that the stinging cells of the hydroids protect the hermit crab against some predators.”  The image above show the polyps in full glory.