Thursday, July 24, 2014

Two Rangers, one camera, lots of birds! photo's by Mollard

a Day in the Marsh: from the Perspective of the Missing Eel Trap (it grew legs)

I had finally got my legs back. It takes HOURS, and I would have been done yesterday except Lenny’s nephew Ben stirred me up. I suppose I should just be glad he was heronbrained enough to put me back in the water and not take me back to Lenny. Then I might be delayed a whole day, or even two.The legs are the hardest part though, so I’m glad that’s over.  My arms should only take about a half an hour more. While I’m waiting for them to finish, I take a moment to examine my new legs. They’re not what a human would call pretty, but I love them. The toes are webbed, to help me swim with more force, and I suspect my fingers will be the same, and my skin is the same mottled greenish brown as the marsh mud, to camouflage with the mussel beds. I feel my fingers forming and grin. I expect it to take about three more minutes. Once my arms have finished forming, I ‘ll be able to move while my organs form. As long as I get going before Lenny sends Junior Rangers out to collect the traps, I will be safe from captivity. I look at one of my hands, and see the finishing touches to it happening. My fingers taper slightly, and then it’s over. I feel a cool rush into my body. Now that my outside is finished, the spell turns to my interior.And just in time, too. I sneak a peek at my above water surroundings and I see a red kayak with two people in it slowly gliding around the corner towards me.

I start to panic. If they catch me now, this will all have been for nothing. I’ve got to get out of here before they see me and take me out of the marsh. As stealthily as I can, I pull my buoy under the surface so that I don’t look like I belong to them and stir up the dark, gooey mud under me so that I look ancient and undisturbed. I hear them draw to a halt and discuss whether or not to pull me in, and I send a silent prayer to the Swamp Gods above for them to ignore me and continue the search and miss me. I uncross my fingers in relief when they eventually paddle away. I shake myself out and find my way to a part of the marsh that I know they won’t come into, and settle into the safe, dark mud to finish my developement. I refuse to be caught.    


by Molly A.      

This week in pictures

Rock sculptures appear mysteriously on the beach.

Latest catch, measure and release.

23 inches long and 1 and 7/8 in diameter.

While out gathering traps Anjoo and Seeweed find some canvas in the marsh which they removed because they are great stewards of the field station.

Three beautiful ladies hanging out at the FS

Great Egret

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

“I don't want to go to the field station” by Orion D.

“I don't want to go to the field station”, said the little boy “ I’m scared of the crabs and the people who work there. I would do anything not to go to the field station. I would clean the bathrooms forever. Well not forever but for a week. Pleeeeeease. I am also sooooooooooooooo tired and I need to do my summer reading”
“No. We will go. “Said the boys mother.
I do not feel good said the boy [joe-joe]
“I don't care. We are going”

So that was settled. The boy struggled through seeing crabs and the jr rangers. They went on a walk and picked up crabs at the marsh. Then they went to the beach and swam. The jr rangers were nice and funny and they told him all they knew about the property. In the end he got over his fear of crabs and became friends with the jr rangers and then he loved to go out. So they went out every week.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

What's Happening.

I convinced my nephew Ben to get up in time for the sunrise.

Orion and Clyde take Martha and Floyd along while they fly a kite.

Raymond takes his friend Davie and Leland on a nature walk.

The Monday crew this week.

Orion, Raymond, Leland, Holly, Clyde, and Molly.

Our newest Jr. Ranger, Leland T.

Trash Cleanup by Beck B.

Down Polpis road the rangers walked
With cleanup claws and TV talk.
To rid the brush and side of street 
Of plastic and trash for Len to eat.
From white plastic and butts from cigarette smoke
To tinfoil on which our birds will choke.
From Budweiser cans with liquor still in them 
To full soggy trash bags stuck in plant stems.
So nantucketers please, do us a favor 
And throw stuff out at home to save kids some labor.

The Field Station: From the Perspective of a Fiddler Crab by Holly T.

At 9:00 Molly and I arrived at the Field Station after I had a bumpy ride in her backpack. She unzipped me from her prison and I crawled onto her hand. First, Molly introduced me to everyone including Lenny and his nephew Ben. Everyone seemed happy to see me except for a girl in the back of the dusty garage. Lenny informed me that the girl’s name was Holly and she had an extreme phobia of crabs. Crabs, in her opinion were creepy to watch walk and they pinched everyone they saw.

I jumped out of the cushiony hand of Molly and I slowly crawled up to Holly without her realizing. I wanted her to know that she could trust me. I walked onto her toe, and when she went down to brush off whatever she felt on it, she screamed and jumped back, which made me fling back all the way to Molly again. When I finally got myself in an upright position again, I looked back to see Holly petrified and everyone laughing at her. Molly picked me up again and said; “Now that wasn't very nice to do, was it?” I wanted to say no but the only thing I could do was close my eyes once as an answer, you know since crabs can’t talk. Lenny stopped laughing and turned to Molly and said; “Why don’t you bring our guest to some of the cool plants we have so she can become a better Junior Ranger.” Molly answered back “Okay” and then we were off.

First, we went up the gravel and sand road to see some bushes and I hid in Molly’s hand like a bed because I kept getting attacked my deer flies and green heads. “Here,” Molly said stopping in front of a green leafed bush, “Is a bayberry bush, as you can see by it’s semi spiral leaves, which smell good, here’s one,” she said putting a leaf in front of me to smell. “And bayberry bushes like this grow berries which have a coating of wax. And if you get enough of these berries and put them in a pot over heat to take off the wax coating, you can use that wax to make candles, but one berry weighs less than a mosquito so you need a lot of berries to make a candle. It takes five pounds of berries to make one pound of wax.” Then, she went on to explain other plants to me like Saint John's wort and it’s medicinal uses, Bladderwort and how the seeds on it look like a bladder, Honeysuckle and the dog berries which grow on it in pairs of two, and so much more. Then, we headed to the beach.

Molly and I headed to a marshy area and she showed me things like sea lavender which is pretty rare and it dies if you step on it, pickleweed and how good it tastes, and then, I saw holes, tons and tons of them. Almost as if Molly could read my mind, she explained how there is a large colony of fiddler crabs, like me, that live in those holes, “There are about two million to be exact just in Nantucket,” I sat in her hand with my jaw dropped. I want to meet them all, I thought to myself, Molly might be mad at me, but who cares? I’m a fiddler crab! I pinched Molly’s hand making her drop me, and I scurried into one of the holes, and there in front of me was a male fiddler crab, as you could see from his one gigantic claw and behind him another. I felt more at home than anywhere I’d ever been. Going to the Field Station was the best decision I’d ever made.


by Holly T.