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Balancing act

Posted on 2016-10-112023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

When the concept of conservation biology was first introduced in the 1970s, it applied to the species that were disappearing due to deforestation in the tropics. Biologists began to realize that species were going extinct as a direct result of human activity. As conservation science evolved over the decades it has become a multidisciplinary melding of population biology and ecology, economics, and sociology. Quite often the decisions about which species and/or habitats should be conserved are based on human exploitation of some resource. Conservation biology, like every other form of science, costs money, and often funding agencies have an implicit or explicit expectation of economic gain from conservation efforts.

There may also be direct conflicts between conservation activities within a habitat or ecosystem. Take, for example, the beaver and the kokanee salmon, two iconic animals of Taylor Creek. I was up at Lake Tahoe this past weekend, finally able to visit Taylor Creek during the spawning season for the salmon.

Male kokanee salmon in Taylor Creek. 9 October 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Male kokanee salmon (Onchorhynchus nerka) in Taylor Creek.
9 October 2016
© Allison J. Gong

As I wrote about earlier, the kokanee is a land-locked sockeye salmon (Onchorhynchus nerka) that migrates from Lake Tahoe into Taylor Creek to spawn; it was introduced as a game fish to the Tahoe basin in the 1940s. It has since become a favorite denizen of Taylor Creek and has spawned a festival all of its own.

Juvenile kokanee salmon (O. nerka) photographed in the stream profile chamber at Taylor Creek. 9 October 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Juvenile kokanee salmon (O. nerka) photographed in the stream profile chamber at Taylor Creek.
9 October 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The kokanee, like other Pacific salmonids, requires cold, clear water to reproduce successfully. This brings it into direct conflict with Taylor Creek’s other iconic animal, the beaver (Castor canadensis). The beaver’s range historically extended into the Sierra Nevada; however, from the late 19th century into the first decades of the 20th century beavers were viewed as pests and systematically exterminated. As biologists began to understand how beavers affect overall riparian ecosystem health, state and federal agencies re-introduced beavers to the Tahoe basin in the 1930s and 1940s. Whether or not you consider beavers to be native to Taylor Creek, there is no disputing that they are there now.

Beaver dam across Taylor Creek. 9 October 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Beaver dam across Taylor Creek.
9 October 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Beavers, of course, are known for the logging and damming activities. They fell trees, strip off the branches, and use the logs to build dams across rivers. This forms a pond of still water above the dam, where the access to the beavers’ lodge is located. Beavers are herbivores, eating the bark and wood of trees in addition to some aquatic plants. They are nocturnal, but although we returned to Taylor Creek at dusk we did not see any. Evidence of their activities was all around. The phrase “busy as a beaver” is very apt; the dam in the photo above is about twice as tall as it was when I was here in August.

Recent beaver activity at Taylor Creek. 9 October 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Recent beaver activity at Taylor Creek.
9 October 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Aspen tree felled and partially stripped by beavers at Taylor Creek. 9 October 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Aspen tree felled and partially stripped by beavers at Taylor Creek.
9 October 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The conflict between the kokanee salmon and the beavers arises because these animals live in the same place but have different requirements for water flow. As I mentioned above, the salmon need cold, clear water. Their eggs will suffocate and die if water temperature is too high, because warm water holds less dissolved oxygen than cold water. Flowing water also helps guide the returning adults to their spawning grounds. Beavers, on the other hand, take active measures to stop or severely restrict flow in the creek. The pond that forms above a beaver dam is very calm and the bottom becomes silty or muddy, the exact opposite of what the salmon need.

Balancing the conservation needs of these popular animals has been a challenge at Taylor Creek. Do you promote the non-native salmon by destroying beaver dams? Or let the beavers do their thing, at the probable expense of the salmon? How much of the decision is due to the fact that beavers are probably native to the Tahoe basin, while the kokanee are undeniably not? And what do Tahoe’s human residents and visitors want more, salmon or beavers?

This year, the strategy has been to leave the dams, but install pipes running through them so that water continues to flow. However, you can see from the photo above that the dam is still holding back about half a vertical meter of water. Plus, as of now no salmon have made it up past the dam; rangers have been seining adult salmon from the creek below the dam and putting them into the stream profile chamber so visitors can see them. Perhaps the salmon are able to spawn in the creek below the dam.

The ecosystem of the Tahoe watershed has been severely affected by the introduction of non-native species. Lake trout, brook trout, rainbow trout, largemouth bass, bluegills, and even goldfish have been released (deliberately or inadvertently) into the lake, and have extirpated the Lahontan cutthroat trout (Oncorhynchus clarki henshawi), the only native salmonid in either Lake Tahoe or Fallen Leaf Lake. The kokanee salmon also falls into this category, and likely competes with the Lahontan cutthroats for food. Recent attempts to re-introduce the Lahontan cutthroat trout have had mixed success. Very interestingly, it appears that the Lahontan cutthroat can move back and forth across beaver dams while the kokanee cannot. Co-evolution, anyone? It seems clear to me that the Lahontan cutthroat trout, which after all shares a long ecological relationship with beavers, is the salmonid that is best adapted for the Taylor Creek ecosystem. As charismatic as the kokanee salmon is, from a biological perspective it really doesn’t belong in Taylor Creek. Perhaps one easy way to restore this ecosystem to a more natural state is to stop removing and damaging beaver dams, and let the kokanee go extinct.

Remember how I said that economics plays a part in conservation? There are several charter fishing companies at Lake Tahoe, all of which have an economic interest in the maintenance of several introduced species in the lake. So in addition to balancing the ecological needs of kokanee and beavers in Taylor Creek, conservation efforts must also address the economic needs of local businesses. These are challenges that we will continue to face all over the planet if we want to live more harmoniously with the natural world.

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The burning season

Posted on 2016-08-132023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

Mediterranean climates, such as the one that much of California experiences, are characterized by two distinct seasons: a mild, moderately wet season and a warm/hot dry season. In most of the state the majority of precipitation falls between Thanksgiving and Memorial Day, with very little in the other months. At this time of year the dry season is in full swing. I’ve heard of a few reasons why California is called the Golden State: (1) the Gold Rush that began in 1848; (2) the carpets of California poppies that blanket the state in the spring; and (3) the drying up of the summer grasses, which covers much of the state in a golden mantle dotted with oak trees.

We are definitely in the golden season now. We had a good, colorful spring with a banner crop of wildflowers, thanks to the El Niño rains, and it was green well into July. Given the drought, we hadn’t seen that much green in years. But now the annual vegetation has dried out and most of the state is on high alert for wildfire. Fire is a seasonal event in the arid west, and every year several thousand acres burn in California. July and August are the worst months.

This year the most devastating fire in my region of the state is the so-called Soberanes fire burning near Big Sur. As of today the fire has blazed for 23 days, scorched over 71,000 acres, and is 60% contained. Almost 60 homes have been lost and over 400 other structures are threatened, all because some idiot lit an illegal campfire. Up here in Santa Cruz we are over 60 miles away from the fire, but the entire region has been affected by the smoke. Until recently the typical summer onshore winds have blown most of the smoke eastward and while we’ve smelled smoke here we have been spared the worst of it. This satellite photo was taken two days after the fire started:

Soberanes fire, image captured by satellite. 24 July 2016 © Jeff Schmaltz, NASA
Soberanes fire, image captured by satellite.
24 July 2016
© Jeff Schmaltz, NASA

This morning when I woke up the smell of smoke seemed stronger. It was foggy, enough so that water had condensed on the ground and cars, but instead of smelling like ocean the fog smelled like fire. The sun came out for about an hour in the mid-afternoon, showing a sky that wasn’t as blue as it is when ordinary fog recedes. Air quality is pretty bad so I’ve been staying indoors with windows and doors closed.


Last week I was in the Lake Tahoe region, on a short vacation with my family in South Lake Tahoe. On our first day there we went on a short hike in the Angora Lakes area. Let me tell you, being at altitude makes a concussion headache worse–I had been weaning myself off the ibuprofen, but had to go back on the full doses for the handful of days we were at altitude.

On 27 June 2007 an illegal campfire ignited a wildfire that eventually burned 3100 acres and destroyed more than 300 homes and commercial structures in a populated area near South Lake Tahoe. The Angora fire was fully contained on 2 July and 100% controlled on 10 July.

Map of the Angora fire. 28 June 2007 © Phillip Wooley
Map of the Angora fire.
28 June 2007
© Phillip Wooley

On the hike out to Angora Lakes you see a few burnt trees off the trail, but don’t really get a feel for the scope of the area affected by the fire. So on our way out of the Tahoe basin we drove through one of the neighborhoods that had burnt. Almost 10 years after the fire now, all of the burnt homes have been either rebuilt or completely torn down. It was interesting to see that the fire’s damage had been spotty: in a neighborhood of mostly older houses there would be a couple scattered here and there that were obviously new construction, likely post-fire rebuilds.

In the years since the fire there has been a lot of restoration work in the Angora region:

Post-fire restoration work at Angora 8 August 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Post-fire restoration work at Angora
8 August 2016
© Allison J. Gong

It is quite easy to see exactly what the fire did and did not burn.

8 August 2016 © Allison J. Gong
8 August 2016
© Allison J. Gong
8 August 2016 © Allison J. Gong
8 August 2016
© Allison J. Gong
8 August 2016 © Allison J. Gong
8 August 2016
© Allison J. Gong

But even a burnt tree possesses a stark beauty that living trees do not have:

8 August 2016 © Allison J. Gong
8 August 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Fire is, or used to be, a significant part of the ecology of much of the western United States. Some plants’ seeds require the heat of fire to germinate, and fire opens up the canopy to allow low-growing plants access to sunlight. When a fire burns through a wilderness region the clock is reset on ecological succession, allowing different species of plants to take their turn thriving in the habitat. We humans experience ecology as a snapshot in time, the duration of our own lifetimes. In the aftermath of a wildfire we have the opportunity to observe the early stages of succession that will likely result, decades down the road, in a mature forest. Even now, only nine years after the fire, it is clear that plants, especially grasses, have been thriving in areas that had been burnt down to charred soil. It will be interesting to watch how succession proceeds over the next several years.

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Homecoming

Posted on 2016-07-222023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

This week saw the last of the good morning low tides of 2016. By “good” I mean a minus tide that hits during daylight hours. There are two more minus tide series in August, with the lows occurring well before dawn. After that the next minus tides don’t happen until mid-October; these will be late in the afternoon so loss of daylight will be an issue. I wasn’t intemperate enough to risk the health of my concussed brain on this week’s low tides but did want to get out if possible. And I’m so glad I tried, because having been out on the past few days’ low tides I feel more myself than I have since the accident. My head hurts a little, but not nearly as much as it would have if I’d done any significant driving two weeks ago. And, I have pictures to share!

Wednesday 22 July 2016—Davenport Landing

I went up to the Landing to collect some animals that I’ll need for my Fall semester class. The full moon was still visible, as the sun hadn’t yet risen above the bluff.

Full moon at dawn over Davenport Landing beach. 20 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Full moon at dawn over Davenport Landing beach.
20 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong

A month after the summer solstice and the algae are still nice and lush. Here’s a nice combination of mostly reds and greens, with some brown kelp thrown into the mix. How many phyla can you spot?

Mishmash of algae at Davenport Landing. 20 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Mishmash of algae at Davenport Landing.
20 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong

One of the two local species of surfgrass, Phyllospadix torreyi, was blooming. A month ago I’d noticed the congeneric species P. scouleri blooming at Mitchell’s Cove. These surfgrasses are vascular plants rather than algae, and as such they reproduce the way the more familiar land plants do, by pollen transfer from male to female flowers.

Flowers of the surfgrass Phyllospadix torreyi at Davenport Landing. 20 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Flowers of the surfgrass Phyllospadix torreyi at Davenport Landing.
20 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong

In the case of these obligately marine surfgrasses, the pollen is carried by water rather than wind. Not having to attract the attention of animal pollinators, the flowers have not evolved elaborate morphology, color patterns, or nectar rewards. They actually don’t look like much more than swellings near the base of the leaves. Some day I’ll remember to take one of the flowers back to the lab and dissect it to see what it’s like on the inside.

Thursday 21 July 2016—Franklin Point

This was the day I was most worried about. The drive up to Franklin Point takes about 30 minutes, and I hadn’t driven that distance since the accident. To make things even scarier, I couldn’t find someone to go with me. In the end I decided to try getting up there and back on my own, figuring that if my head wasn’t happy with the driving I could always turn around and come home.

When I got there it was cold and very windy, and I was glad I’d worn an extra thermal layer. Up on the exposed coast it is often windy on the road but can be less windy below the bluff on the beach. Yesterday it was windy on the beach, too, more typical of an afternoon than a morning low tide. The wind rippled the surface of the tidepools, making visibility and picture-taking difficult. I tried and didn’t have much success.

Coming over the last dune down to the beach I noticed four or five gulls and a couple of turkey vultures milling about at the mid-tide line. Something must be dead, I figured. And yes, it was very dead.

Scavenged elephant seal (Mirounga angustirostris) carcass on the beach at Franklin Point. 21 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Scavenged carcass of a California sea lion (Zalophus californianus) on the beach at Franklin Point.
21 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong

During last year’s El Niño we saw lots of sea hares in the intertidal up and down the coast. And they were big, heavy football-sized monsters. Yesterday I saw many sea hares, but none of then were larger than my open hand and most were quite a bit smaller. Nor were there any egg masses on the rocks. This guy/gal combo (they’re both, remember?) was about 15 cm long.

Sea hare (Aplysia californica) at Franklin Point. 21 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Sea hare (Aplysia californica) at Franklin Point.
21 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong

By far the most unusual thing I’ve seen in the intertidal this year was a swarm of shrimpy crustaceans. Last year at about this time I witnessed a huge population of small sand crabs (Emerita analoga) in tidepools at Franklin Point. Yesterday the swarmers were swimmers, not burrowers. I think they had gotten trapped in this large pool by the receding tide. Not having any better idea of what they were, I’m going to say they were mysids. Mysids are quite commonly encountered in local plankton tows but I’d never seen them in the intertidal before.

Swarm of mysids in a large tidepool at Franklin Point. 21 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Swarm of mysids in a large tidepool at Franklin Point.
21 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong

All those brown, orange, and white streaks are mysids. They are about 2 cm long, zooming around super fast. See for yourself:

Swarming mysids at Franklin Point
2016-07-21
© Allison J. Gong

My first, rather idiotic, thought was that these were krill. They’re about the same size as the krill species most common in Monterey Bay, so perhaps the thought wasn’t quite that idiotic. (but krill in the intertidal? yeah, that’s idiotic. although stranger things have happened and the animals is always right even when it does something that seems idiotic) However, it didn’t take me long to realize that these critters didn’t actually look like krill. They didn’t have the feathery gills under the thorax that krill have. I also noticed that some of them were brooding eggs in a ventral pouch on the thorax, making them members of the Peracarida. Okay, then. Definitely not krill, so maybe . . . mysids? They look like mysids and so far nobody has told me that they’re not mysids, so I’m going to call them mysids.

The sun came out as I finished up in the tidepools. I hiked back up the very steep sand dune and looked back at where I had come from. Wow. Talk about stunning vistas!

View of Franklin Point from atop the last (and steepest) sand dune. 21 July 2016
View of Franklin Point from atop the last (and steepest) sand dune.
21 July 2016

Friday 22 July 2016—Natural Bridges

Today was by far the best day this week for picture taking in the intertidal. However this post is getting long so I’m going to showcase the crabs I saw this morning.

Pachygrapsus crassipes is the common shore crab, ubiquitous in the intertidal and at the harbor. It lives in the mid-tide zone and hangs out among the mussels. It is a shy beast, not aggressive and is more likely to drop into the nearest pool if it detects movement nearby. However, if you sit still for only a few minutes, you’ll find yourself noticing many small crabs coming out to bask in the sun.

Shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) at Natural Bridges. 22 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) at Natural Bridges.
22 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) at Natural Bridges. 22 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) at Natural Bridges.
22 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Here’s a little tidbit about crab biology. All crustaceans breathe with gills. Any gas exchange structure, even your own lungs, functions by providing a surface across which oxygen can diffuse from the surrounding medium into the animal’s blood. Aquatic animals breathe with gills (if they have any specialized gas exchange structures at all, that is) and air-breathing animals breathe with lungs.

These crabs are often seen out of the water, in the sun. How then, you may reasonably ask, do they breathe with gills? The answer is, they foam. They produce bubbles that keep the gills moist, allowing oxygen first to dissolve into a thin layer of water and then to diffuse into the blood. I’m not entirely certain exactly how the crab forms the foam, but suspect it has to do with manipulating a thin layer of secreted mucus to capture small air bubbles. You do see the crabs massaging the foam over their sides, where the openings to the branchial chambers are.

Shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) bubbling at edge of mussel bed at Natural Bridges
2016-07-22
© Allison J. Gong

Hermit crabs are the undisputed clowns of the tidepools. Around here we have four species that are commonly seen in the intertidal, all in the genus Pagurus. Many other species in different genera can be seen subtidally.

The most easily identified hermit crab in these parts is, in my opinion, Pagurus samuelis. They have bright red unbanded antennae, and often have bright blue markings on their legs. This species usually inhabits the shells of the turban snail Tegula funebralis.

Blue-banded hermit crab (Pagurus samuelis) in tidepool at Natural Bridges. 22 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Blue-banded hermit crab (Pagurus samuelis) in tidepool at Natural Bridges.
22 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The other species that I saw today was the much smaller P. hirsutiusculus. The common name for this animal is “hairy hermit crab” but they don’t seem all that hairy to me. They may be found in small Tegula shells, but I most often see them in shells of smaller snails such as Olivella biplicata.

"Hairy" hermit crab (Pagurus hirsutiusculus) in a tidepool at Natural Bridges. 22 July 2016 © Allison J. Gong
“Hairy” hermit crab (Pagurus hirsutiusculus) in a tidepool at Natural Bridges.
22 July 2016
© Allison J. Gong

There’s another P. hirsutiusculus in that other Olivella shell in the right-side of the photo, but it did not want to have its picture taken.

All told it has been a very satisfying week. I may have overtaxed my concussed brain a little bit. My plan for the weekend is to revert back to the rest-and-do-nothing routine to let my brain recover. Totally worth it!

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The original clone wars

Posted on 2016-06-202023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

A long time ago in a galaxy called the Milky Way, a great adventure took place. We don’t know exactly when it happened, but it must have been very shortly after the evolution of the first cells. Some small prokaryotic cell walled itself off from its surroundings. Then it learned how to replicate itself and as cells continued to divide they began interacting with clones of themselves. Sooner or later, however, our clone of cells encountered cells from a different genetic lineage. These foreign cells were “other” and were recognized as such because they had a different set of markers on their outer covering. Perhaps there was an antagonistic interaction between the two clones of cells. In any case, this ability to distinguish between “self” and “non-self” was a crucial step in the evolution of life on Planet Earth.

The entire immune system in vertebrates is based on self/non-self recognition. It is why, for example, transplanted organs can be rejected by their new host–the host’s immune system detects the transplanted tissue as “non-self” and attacks it. As a result, patients who receive donor organs usually take immune-suppressing drugs for some period of time after the transplant.

The vertebrate immune system is quite complex and very interesting. It has two main components: (1) cell-mediated immunity, in which the major players are T cells; and (2) humoral (i.e. blood-based) immunity, which is the part of the immune system that produces antibodies to a pathogen when you get a vaccination. However, even animals much less structurally complex than vertebrates have some ability to recognize self from non-self.

Sponges, for example, exist as aggregations of cells rather than bodies with discrete tissues and organs. Most zoologists, myself included, consider sponges to be among the most ancient animal forms. They have different types of cells, many of which retain the ability to move around the body and change from one type to another; this totipotency is a feature that sponge cells share with the stem cells of vertebrates. There are sponges that you can push through a mesh and disarticulate into individual cells, and then watch as the cells re-aggregate into an intact, functioning body. As if that weren’t cool enough, if you take two different sponges and mush them into a common slurry, the cells from the distinct lineages re-aggregate with cells to which they are genetically identical. So even animals as primitive as sponges have some degree of self/non-self recognition.

If you’re lucky, you can see self/non-self recognition and aggression in the intertidal. Here in northern California we have four species of sea anemones in the genus Anthopleura:

  • Anthopleura xanthogrammica, the giant green anemone
  • Anthopleura sola, the sunburst anemone
  • Anthopleura elegantissima, the cloning anemone
  • Anthopleura artemisia, the moonglow anemone (and my favorite)

Of these species, only A. elegantissima clones. It does so by binary fission, which means that the animals rip themselves in half.

Sea anemone (Anthopleura elegantissima) undergoing binary fission in a tidepool at Davenport Landing. 9 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Sea anemone (Anthopleura elegantissima) undergoing binary fission in a tidepool at Davenport Landing.
9 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong

It looks painful, doesn’t it? As the two halves of the animal walk in opposite directions they pull apart until the tissue joining them stretches and eventually rips. Then each half heals the wound and carries on as if nothing had happened. Each anemone is now a physiologically and ecologically independent animal, and can go on to divide itself. And so on ad infinitum. The logical consequence of all this replication is a clone of genetically identical anemones spreading over a rocky surface. And that’s exactly what you get:

Clones of the sea anemone Anthopleura elegantissima, emersed on a rock at Monastery Beach. 27 November 2015 © Allison J. Gong
Clones of the sea anemone Anthopleura elegantissima, emersed on a rock at Monastery Beach.
27 November 2015
© Allison J. Gong

Okay, it’s hard to tell that these are sea anemones, but this is what they look like when the tide goes out and leaves them emersed. They pull in their tentacles, close off the oral disc, and cover themselves with sand grains. They look like sand but feel squishy and will squirt water if you step on them. In this photo, each anemone is probably 4-5 cm in diameter.

There are three patches of anemones in the photo above, separated by narrow strips of real estate where there are no anemones. Each patch is a clone, essentially a single genotype divided amongst many individual bodies. The anemones in each clone pack tightly together because they are all “self.” However, they recognize the anemones of an adjacent patch as “non-self” and they won’t tolerate the intrusion of neighbors onto their territory. Those strips of unoccupied (by anemones) rock are demilitarized zones. When the rock is submerged the anemones along the edges of the clones reach out their tentacles and sting their non-self neighbors. This mutual aggression maintains the DMZ and nobody gets to live there.

Because A. elegantissima lives relatively high in the intertidal the clonal patches are usually emersed when I go out to the tidepools. Its congener, A. sola, lives lower in the intertidal and is more often immersed at low tide. Anthopleura sola is larger than A. elegantissima and is aclonal, meaning that it does not divide. Anthopleura sola also displays quite dramatically what happens when anemones fight.

These two anemones, each about 12 cm in diameter, were living side-by-side in a tidepool. You can see that each animal has two kinds of tentacles: (1) the normal filiform feeding tentacles surrounding the oral disc; and (2) thicker, whitish club-shaped tentacles below the ring of feeding tentacles. These club-shaped tentacles are called acrorhagi, and are used only for fighting. The acrorhagi and the feeding tentacles may contain different types of stinging cells, reflecting their different functions. All tentacles are definitely not the same.

Anthopleura sola anemones fighting in a tidepool at Davenport Landing. 8 May 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Anthopleura sola anemones fighting in a tidepool at Davenport Landing.
8 May 2016
© Allison J. Gong

These animals, which represent different genotypes, are non-self to each other, so they fight. They inflate their acrorhagi, move their feeding tentacles out of the way, and reach across to sting each other. See how some of the acrorhagi on the animal on the right don’t have nice smooth tips? Those tips have been lost during battle with the animal on the left; the tips are torn off and remain behind to continue stinging the offender even after the tentacle itself has been withdrawn.

Here’s another picture of the same two anemones, taken from a different angle:

Anthopleura sola anemones fighting in a tidepool at Davenport Landing. 8 May 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Anthopleura sola anemones fighting in a tidepool at Davenport Landing.
8 May 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The goal of these fights is not to kill, but to drive the other away so that each anemone has its own space. Eventually one of them will retreat, and a more peaceful coexistence will be established. Fights like these have been going on for over half a billion years. Eat your heart out, George Lucas.

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Coming back to life

Posted on 2016-06-112023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

Every year, as early as Memorial Day or as late as Father’s Day, there’s about a week of really lovely low tides. This midsummer tide series usually includes the lowest low tides of the year, and we intertidal ecologists plan our field activities around them. Incidentally, there’s a corresponding low tide series in the midwinter, too. However, at that time of year the lows are in the afternoon, and because the low occurs about 50 minutes later each day you’re fighting darkness as you work the series. But in the summer, even if the first day of the tide series has a low tide before sunrise, that 50-minutes-later-each-day thing is really nice and you never have to worry about running out of daylight.

This year, the California Academy of Sciences sponsored several citizen science excursions called Bioblitzes to various locations on the California coast. The goal of these Bioblitzes was to document biodiversity in the intertidal in protected and non-protected areas of the coastline. Back in May I volunteered to lead a Bioblitz at one of the sites close to me, and planned to participate in a few others as well. In addition to actual organized Bioblitzes, citizens were invited to submit their own independent observations to the project.

Today is the three-week anniversary of the car accident that left me bruised and concussed. The bruises are pretty much healed at this point, and the soreness in my ribcage is also much improved. The medical advice I got for dealing with the concussion was, “Protect your brain from stimulation. Let it heal. And REST.” So for the past three weeks I haven’t been doing much of anything. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to go out on any of the midsummer low tides, as it didn’t take much to overtax my injured brain and I didn’t want to risk overextending myself. I did end up skipping the first Bioblitz of the week and modified my original plans for the rest of the tide series to play it safe and stay closer to home.

I’m still trying not to spend too much time on the computer (electronic screens are very bad for injured brains) so I’m going to summarize my week’s activities in a single post. I’ll keep the stories short. But I did want to share some of the things I saw.

Day 1 – Natural Bridges, Monday 6 June 2016, low tide -1.6 ft at 06:25

My first venture out by myself was to Natural Bridges. It’s very close to my house and I figured that if I needed to bail I could walk out and be home within 15 minutes. It was cold and foggy and I felt energized just to be out there again.

Natural Bridges State Beach 6 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Natural Bridges State Beach
6 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Open ends of tubes of the polychaete worm Phragmatopoma californica. 6 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Open ends of tubes of the polychaete worm Phragmatopoma californica.
6 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Anthopleura sola in a tidepool at Natural Bridges. 6 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Anthopleura sola in a tidepool at Natural Bridges.
6 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
One of many healthy Pisaster ochraceus stars I saw at Natural Bridges. 6 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
One of many healthy Pisaster ochraceus stars I saw at Natural Bridges.
6 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Intertidal life at Natural Bridges. 6 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Intertidal life at Natural Bridges.
6 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
A woolly sculpin (Clinocottus analis) in a tidepool at Natural Bridges. 6 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
A woolly sculpin (Clinocottus analis) in a tidepool at Natural Bridges.
6 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) playing peek-a-boo at Natural Bridges. 6 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) playing peek-a-boo at Natural Bridges.
6 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Turns out this trip was about all my brain could cope with that early in the week. I skipped a Bioblitz up at Pigeon Point on Tuesday so I could stay home and rest, which ended up being a good call. A whole day of doing nothing was exactly what my concussed brain needed.


Day 2 – Mitchell’s Cove, Wednesday 8 June 2016, low tide -1.1 ft at 08:02

The day of rest was enough to get me back out there on Wednesday. My friend Brenna met me at Mitchell’s Cove for a morning of tidepooling. Mitchell’s Cove is a popular, dog-friendly beach in Santa Cruz, particularly busy in the mornings and evenings. Last September it was visited by a juvenile humpback whale, which came right into the Cove and hung out there for several days. I didn’t see any whales this week, but there was a surprising diversity of life in a relatively small area of rocky intertidal.

Rocky intertidal on the west end of Mitchell's Cove. 8 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Rocky intertidal on the west end of Mitchell’s Cove.
8 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Pisaster ochraceus regenerating an arm, at Mitchell's Cove. 8 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Pisaster ochraceus regenerating an arm, at Mitchell’s Cove.
8 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
A small (~2 cm long) chiton, Mopalia muscosa, nicely camouflaged on a rock at Mitchell's Cove. 8 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
A small (~3 cm long) mossy chiton, Mopalia muscosa, nicely camouflaged on a rock at Mitchell’s Cove.
8 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

We have two species of surfgrass in northern California. At this time of year they are very lush and conspicuously green.

Two species of surfgrass at Mitchell's Cove. Phyllospadix torreyi (front) and P. scouleri (rear). 8 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Two species of surfgrass at Mitchell’s Cove. Phyllospadix torreyi (front) and P. scouleri (rear).
8 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Phyllospadix scouleri, the species that has flatter, more ribbon-like leaves, was blooming. Its congener, P. torreyi, growing in almost exactly the same place, has narrow leaves that are more cylindrical in cross-section, and was not in bloom. Phyllospadix is a true marine plant; the flowers are inconspicuous swellings near the bottom of the leaves and the pollen is carried by water, rather than wind, to nearby plants.

Surfgrass (Phyllospadix scouleri) in bloom at Mitchell's Cove. 8 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Surfgrass (Phyllospadix scouleri) in bloom at Mitchell’s Cove.
8 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Flower of surfgrass Phyllospadix scouleri at Mitchell's Cove. 8 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Flower of surfgrass Phyllospadix scouleri at Mitchell’s Cove.
8 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

And I saw two species of hydroids! This one is easy to ID to the genus Aglaophenia, but I would need to examine it under a microscope to determine the species. I wasn’t collecting anything on Wednesday so I don’t know which species it is.

Hydroid (Aglaophenia sp.) at Mitchell's Cove. 8 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Hydroid (Aglaophenia sp.) at Mitchell’s Cove.
8 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

This second hydroid is, I think, a species of Abietinaria. The hydroid colony is the pale orange stuff; the pink stuff is coralline alga.

Small clump of the hydroid Abietinaria sp. at Mitchell's Cove. 8 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Small clump of the hydroid Abietinaria sp. at Mitchell’s Cove.
8 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

And I saw an octopus! We know that they’re in the intertidal, but they are so cryptic and clever at hiding that we don’t see them very frequently. This one was definitely smarter than I was. Instead of scooping it out and placing it on dry ground so I could photograph it more easily, I chased it around a tidepool with my camera. Thus, this is the best picture I could get:

Small octopus (Octopus rubescens) in a tidepool at Mitchell's Cove. 8 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Small octopus (Octopus rubescens) in a tidepool at Mitchell’s Cove.
8 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Okay, you’ll just have to take my word for it.


Day 3 – Davenport Landing, Thursday 9 June 2016, low tide -0.7 ft at 08:52

This was the day of my “official” Bioblitz. I had four participants–Brenna, Alice, Martha, and Andy. As of right now (Brenna hasn’t yet uploaded her observations) the other four of us have made 120 observations, documenting 50 species. Here are some of mine:

Nudibranch (Hermissenda opalescens) at Davenport Landing. 9 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Nudibranch (Hermissenda opalescens) at Davenport Landing.
9 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Can you see Pisaster ochraceus hiding in this clump of mussels (Mytilus californianus)? 9 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Can you see Pisaster ochraceus hiding in this clump of mussels (Mytilus californianus)?
9 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Looking north towards Davenport Landing beach. 9 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Looking north towards Davenport Landing beach.
9 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

There are kelps, such as Egregia menziesii (feather boa kelp) whose habitat is the rocky intertidal. Most kelps, though, live subtidally, often in kelp forests. Nereocystis luetkeana, the bullwhip kelp, is one of the subtidal canopy-forming kelps. This one recruited to the intertidal. It is quite small and extremely cute; the float is only 2 cm in diameter.

A baby bullwhip kelp (Nereocystis luetkeana) at Davenport Landing. 9 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
A baby bullwhip kelp (Nereocystis luetkeana) at Davenport Landing.
9 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong
A small moonglow anemone (Anthopleura artemisia) at Davenport Landing. 9 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
A small moonglow anemone (Anthopleura artemisia) at Davenport Landing.
9 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Algae look their best when immersed. Out of the water they usually collapse into stringy or gooey masses, making it difficult to appreciate their structural beauty. This piece of Microcladia borealis was submerged in a tidepool, and fortunately there was enough light that I could take this picture.

The beautifully delicate red alga, Microcladia borealis, at Davenport Landing. 9 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
The beautifully delicate red alga, Microcladia borealis, immersed in a tidepool at Davenport Landing.
9 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Day 4 – Natural Bridges, Friday 10 June 2016, low tide -0.2 ft at 09:42

Yesterday I returned with a former student, Daniel, to Natural Bridges. It was sunny and warm, completely different from how it had been on Monday. There were many boaters out on the bay, taking advantage of the glassy flat sea.

View of Monterey Bay from Natural Bridges. 10 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
View of Monterey Bay from Natural Bridges.
10 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

I’ve seen a lot of shore crabs running around on the rocks this year. On cool, damp days they just scurry about, but on warm sunny days they often sit still and literally foam at the mouth. The bubbles they produce keep their gills moist so they can still breathe even while emersed. This biggish shore crab was working up quite a froth.

Shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) at Natural Bridges. 10 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) at Natural Bridges.
10 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Hermit crabs don’t usually end up out of the water. This one was immersed in a tidepool, wearing the shell of the snail Olivella biplicata.

Hermit crab (Pagurus sp.) in shell of the snail Olivella biplicata, at Natural Bridges. 10 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Hermit crab (Pagurus sp.) in a tidepool at Natural Bridges.
10 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Nuttallina californica is one of the most common chitons seen around here. They often hunker down into small crevices where water will collect even at low tide. This individual was nestled among a clump of Phragmatopoma tubes; being closely surrounded by other animals will help keep its own body moist.

Nuttallina californica, one of the most common chitons at Natural Bridges. 10 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
The chiton Nuttallina californica at Natural Bridges.
10 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Unlike the hard granite that you’d find at the southern end of Monterey Bay, the rock at Natural Bridges is a soft, easily eroded mudstone. You can scratch it with your fingernail. Limpets take advantage of this soft rock by digging themselves little home scars, which conform perfectly to the contours of their shells and make a snug, water-tight fit. The limpet leaves its home scar to forage when the tide is in and returns to it as the tide recedes. The owner/occupant of this scar has likely died, as it wouldn’t have abandoned its home scar when we were there at low tide.

Home scar of a limpet (Lottia sp.) at Natural Bridges. 10 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Home scar of a limpet (Lottia sp.) at Natural Bridges.
10 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

And speaking of limpets, Daniel and I spent a lot of time observing the owl limpet, Lottia gigantea. This limpet is noteworthy not only for its large size, but for its territorial behaviors. They are indeed large–the biggest ones I’ve ever seen are about the size of the palm of my hand–and the big ones are all females. Lottia gigantea is a protandrous hermaphrodite: individuals begin sexual maturity first as males, and then the lucky few turn into females.

Owl limpet (Lottia gigantea) at Natural Bridges. 10 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Owl limpet (Lottia gigantea) wearing a smaller limpet (Lottia sp.) at Natural Bridges.
10 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The truly remarkable thing about L. gigantea is its ability to modify the environment. The large females maintain an area called a farm, from which they diligently remove interlopers. They will scrape off settling larvae of barnacles and mussels, and will push off other limpets. Lottia farms are very common at Natural Bridges; if you are here and see a suspiciously empty patch of rock amid the mussel bed, look for a big limpet hanging out on the edge of the empty spot.

Farm of an owl limpet (Lottia gigantea) at Natural Bridges. 10 June 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Farm of an owl limpet (Lottia gigantea) at Natural Bridges.
10 June 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The owl limpet has a good reason for keeping other animals off her territory. It provides her food. This animal is indeed a farmer. See the pale zig-zag markings in the Lottia farm? Those are marks made by the limpet’s radula as she grazes over the rock. All limpets are grazers, but L. gigantea actively manages her farm so that she feeds on one area while allowing the algal film to grow on other areas, then rotates to a new feeding spot as the old one becomes depleted. Pretty clever for a snail, isn’t it?

It felt really good to spend some quality time with Mother Nature again. I’m still taking it very easy, careful not to get overtired and to continue letting my brain heal. Getting outside for even short periods definitely seems to help.

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Seeing stars at Pigeon Point

Posted on 2016-04-242023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

This morning I drove up the coast to Pigeon Point. It was cold and very windy, and I was grateful to have decided to wear all of my layers. I don’t remember any cold mornings from last year’s low tides, which made me think that perhaps we’re returning to a more normal non-El Niño weather pattern. The wind was screaming down the coast from the north, and if it keeps up we should get some upwelling in a few days. Fingers crossed!

Even the pelicans, which can fly through strong winter storms, were having a bit of trouble with the wind:

Pelicans in flight over turbulent seas at Pigeon Point. 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Pelicans in flight over turbulent seas at Pigeon Point.
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong

My favorite kelp grows in the intertidal, and it wasn’t having any difficulty at all with the strong surf. It’s not large and doesn’t form the magestic kelp forests that divers flock to, but it is very charming in its own way. The sea palm Postelsia palmaeformis is a small  (1/3-1/2 meter tall) kelp that lives only on exposed rocks sticking out into the brunt of the waves. It requires the full force of the crashing waves, where other algae would get broken off. They have a thick flexible stipe that bends with the waves and then pops back up. Postelsia is a protected organism and I can’t collect it even with my scientific collecting permit, which is fine with me.

Postelsia palmaeformis on exposed outer coast at Pigeon Point 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Postelsia palmaeformis on exposed outer coast at Pigeon Point
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong

This is the kind of environment in which Postelsia thrives:

You can tell how windy it was by the sound of the wind and my inability to hold the camera steady. As the tide comes in the pounding from the waves will only get worse. These little algae are pretty damn impressive!

Pigeon Point has always been a good place to see the 6-armed stars of the genus Leptasterias. Unlike the five arms that most of the local asteroids have, Leptasterias has six. And unfortunately for us naturalists, the taxonomy of the genus is incompletely understood. All that is agreed upon is that there are several species in the genus. This is referred to as a species complex, acknowledging that the genus contains more than one species but that the species have yet to be definitively described.

Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point. 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point.
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point. 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point.
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point. 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point.
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point. 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point.
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong

As you can see, these stars vary quite a bit in terms of arm thickness and color pattern. Most of the time they are blotchy but the blotches can be pink, gray, orange, or cream-colored. Some of the stars have slender arms with very little taper, while others have thicker arms that taper strongly to the tips. For the time being, until the sea star systematists come to consensus about the species in this genus, I’ll refer to all of them as Leptasterias sp.

Most of the Leptasterias that I see in the field are in the size range of 1-4 cm in diameter, usually no longer than my thumb. Today I saw a big one, which would have been about the size of the palm of my hand.

Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point. 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point.
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The reason this star doesn’t look quite as big as that in the above photo is that it was eating when I disturbed it. The star was humped up over its breakfast!

Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Leptasterias sp. at Pigeon Point
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The unfortunate breakfast item, the turban snail Tegula funebralis, was about 2 cm in diameter. It seems like a very large and well-protected prey item for a star this size, doesn’t it? And yet, there it is. The animal is always right, and Leptasterias certainly knows what it should be eating.

And lastly, because they were just so beautiful and I can’t help myself, I’m going to close with photos of anemones.

Anthopleura sola at Pigeon Point 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Anthopleura sola at Pigeon Point, surrounded by encrusting and upright coralline algae
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Anthopleura xanthogrammica at Pigeon Point 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Anthopleura xanthogrammica at Pigeon Point
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Anthopleura sola at Pigeon Point 24 April 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Anthopleura sola at Pigeon Point
24 April 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Take that, charismatic megafauna!

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Aren’t plants supposed be green?

Posted on 2016-03-302023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

One of my agenda items for spring break this week was to return to Elkhorn Slough and finish the hike that I started with my students a couple of weeks ago. I got out there only to be forcibly reminded that the visitor center, where the hike originates, is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. Since I’d driven out there, I figured I might as well poke around the area and see what else would catch my eye. I ended up at Kirby Park, a public access area where kayaks put into the water. The tide was out when I arrived, shortly before noon, and the flats were occupied by foraging birds.

Shorebirds and gulls foraging at Kirby Park. 29 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Shorebirds and gulls foraging at Kirby Park.
29 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

I was able to identify birds that forage in the water (avocets, northern shovelers, cormorants, and grebes) and birds that forage in mud (willets, marbled godwits, yellowlegs, and whimbrels), and there were others that I couldn’t see well enough to ID. I didn’t even really try with the gulls. I do know they weren’t either western or California gulls, but that’s about it. Someday I may be able to tackle the gulls, but with their multiple juvenile plumages they’re a notoriously tough group to figure out.

Many areas of Elkhorn Slough have been invaded by the Japanese mud snail Battilaria attramentaria. This snail was accidentally introduced into the area as tag-alongs on Asian oysters that were imported for mariculture. Battilaria aren’t very big, reaching lengths of about 30 mm, but they can occur in astounding densities. A researcher at the slough has documented how this invasive snail came to be so prevalent, and how it has affected the native California snail Cerithidea californica. From the boardwalk trail at Kirby Park I could look down and see many Batillaria in the exposed mud flat.

The invasive Japanese mud snail, Battilaria attramentaria, on the mud flats at Kirby Park. 29 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
The invasive Japanese mud snail, Battilaria attramentaria, on the mud flats at Kirby Park.
29 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

This isn’t a particularly dense group of Battilaria, either. Across the highway towards the ocean there are mud flats that, when the tide is out, appear to be carpeted with wood chips; all the “wood chips” are the shells of living or dead Battilaria.

One of the Slough inhabitants that I find very interesting is the plant Cuscuta pacifica, commonly referred to as marsh dodder. Dodder is a parasitic plant, and at Elkhorn Slough its main host is pickleweed (Salicornia pacifica). Pickleweed is a perennial succulent that dies back in the winter; it is now beginning to regrow into the mounds that will be the predominant plant in the salt marshes of the Slough.

The first time I saw dodder I thought that some clown had vomited a can of orange Silly String over the pickleweed. I still think that’s what it looks like:

Salt marsh dodder (Cuscuta salina) on its host plant pickleweed (Salicornia virginica). 29 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Salt marsh dodder (Cuscuta pacifica) on its host plant pickleweed (Salicornia pacifica) at Kirby Park.
29 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

One of the clues that something interesting is going on with dodder is the orange color. We are used to thinking of plants as being green, or at least green-ish, because they are photosynthetic. Dodder, on the other hand, is a parasite and lives off the tissues of its host; it therefore has no need for chlorophyll, the green molecule that captures light energy used to fix carbon into organic molecules. Looking more closely at the structure of dodder gives you an idea of how it makes a living:

Dodder and pickleweed at Kirby Park. 29 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Dodder (C. pacifica) and pickleweed (S. pacifica) at Kirby Park.
29 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Dodder consists primarily of orange tendrils that wrap around the host plant. The tendrils penetrate into the vascular tissue of the host and begin withdrawing phloem (the syrupy solution of sugars) from it. Once the dodder has established this internal connection with the host, its own roots die and the dodder becomes entirely dependent on the host. A single plant of dodder can send its tendrils around multiple host plants. From an evolutionary perspective it is impossible to believe that host plants such as pickleweed don’t have defenses against dodder. They may be able to repel the tendrils by producing noxious chemicals, but this is a topic that hasn’t been well studied. Somebody needs to fix that, as inquiring minds want to know.

Dodder (C. pacifica) on pickleweed (S. virginica) at Kirby Park. 29 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Dodder (C. pacifica) on pickleweed (S. pacifica) at Kirby Park.
29 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

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The oldest and most powerful skill of all

Posted on 2016-03-182023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

For as long as sentient humans have walked across the surface of the planet, they have observed the world around them. Quite often these observations had direct life-or-death consequences, as most of survival had to do with finding food while not becoming someone else’s dinner. Fast forward a few million years and we find ourselves mired in technology, often interacting with the outside world through some sort of digital interface. And yes, I totally get the irony of writing that statement in a blog. Be that as it may, I’ve found that people generally don’t pay much attention to what’s going on around them. My job as a biology professor is to teach some of the forgotten skills of the naturalist, including the practice of observation.

Today I took my Ecology students birdwatching. We looked at other things, of course, but birds were the primary focus of today’s observations. We started the day near the mouth of Elkhorn Slough in Moss Landing, where we were immediately challenged to identify some shorebirds. Fortunately we had a guest lecture from a seabird biologist yesterday, and she gave us some important clues to help us with our field IDs.

Some shorebirds are fairly easy to identify, such as this long-billed curlew (Numenius americanus). It was foraging in a stand of pickleweed just off the road, which is the only reason I was able to take a decent photo of it.

Long-billed curlew (Numenius americanus) at Elkhorn Slough. 18 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Long-billed curlew (Numenius americanus) at Elkhorn Slough.
18 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

We also saw marbled godwits (Limosa fedoa), willets (Tringa semipalmata), as well as the flocking “peeps,” which we never got a really good look at but all agreed might have been sanderlings (Calidris alba).

One of the things we had been warned about was the difficulty of identifying gulls. There are some features that help when the birds are in adult breeding plumage, but gulls go through several juvenile plumages before attaining their adult colors and there’s a lot of phenotypic overlap among species. Case in point:

Gulls (Larus spp.) on Moss Landing State Beach. 18 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Gulls (Larus spp.) on Moss Landing State Beach.
18 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Some of these adults are western gulls (Larus occidentalis) but some look different (smaller bodies, different beak coloration). They might be sub-adult westerns or another species entirely. And even the birds in juvenile plumage varied a lot; some were speckled or mottled while others were more uniformly colored. Several birds (not in this photo) had pale gray backs and pale tan flanks. According to my field guide, National Geographic’s Field Guide to the Birds of North America, there are several species that have this plumage in their second or third winter. We kind of gave up on the gulls, but to be honest we didn’t have a lot invested in identifying them.

The highlight of the beach part of the field trip, at least for me, was seeing snowy plovers (Charadrius nivosus). These tiny birds are perfectly colored to hide in the sand, and unless they move they are almost impossible to see. I found them because we unwittingly wandered too far up the beach towards the dunes and accidentally flushed them from their divots in the sand.

Snowy plovers (Charadrius nivosus) at Moss Landing State Beach. 18 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Snowy plovers (Charadrius nivosus) at Moss Landing State Beach.
18 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Can you spot all four plovers in this photo? Here’s another quartet:

Snowy plovers (Charadrius nivosus) at Moss Landing State Beach. 18 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Snowy plovers (Charadrius nivosus) at Moss Landing State Beach.
18 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

This morning I saw my first humpback whale of the season. A couple of whale watching boats were lingering around the mouth of the harbor, which should have clued us in that there was something going on. However, it took a kayaker to tell us that there were breaching humpbacks just off the jetty before we realized. And I call myself a naturalist? Sheesh.

This bird is, I think, a third-winter western gull (L. occidentalis).

Western gull (Larus occidentalis) at Elkhorn Slough in Moss Landing, CA. 18 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Western gull (Larus occidentalis) at Elkhorn Slough in Moss Landing, CA.
18 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

This species is endemic to the California Current, which means that it is found nowhere else. The pink legs are characteristic of western gulls, and the black on the tip of the bill indicates a third-winter bird. Adults have a red spot towards the end of the bill but not on the very tip. If you look closely you can see that this bird has a tiny bit of red immediately proximal to the black smudge.


After lunch we convened at the Elkhorn Slough National Estuarine Research Reserve visitor center, across the highway and inland a bit from our morning site. The students got a 30-minute orientation to the history and geography of the Slough, then we went on a hike.

Orientation to the Elkhorn Slough National Estuarine Research Reserve. 18 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Orientation to the Elkhorn Slough National Estuarine Research Reserve.
18 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The first leg of the hike was a short walk to what is appropriately called the overlook. This is where I gave the students their only real assignment of the day. They had to spend 10 minutes in silent observation. They could write in their notebooks and look around with binoculars, but they were not allowed to talk at all. With some groups this is a nigh-impossible feat, but these students did a fantastic job. After the 10-minute observation period we discussed what they had seen and heard. One student said he heard 26 bird calls, but didn’t know how many of them were the same bird making different calls. Others mentioned the sounds of human activity–traffic on the highway, planes flying overhead, the beep-beep-beep of a truck in reverse–as well as the buzz of insects and birds. I asked if anyone else had noticed the shadow of a turkey vulture that flew directly over us.

Silent observation period at Elkhorn Slough. 18 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Silent observation period at Elkhorn Slough.
18 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

I think this is a very valuable exercise and would like to extend this period of silent observation to 15 or 20 minutes for future classes. In a lot of ways class always feels a little frantic, and to slow down and simply be a part of nature is a luxury of time that many of us don’t have. Alas, we had other places to visit on the hike and needed to get moving again.

Turkey vulture (Cathartes aura) in flight over Elkhorn Slough. 18 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Turkey vulture (Cathartes aura) in flight over Elkhorn Slough.
18 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Much of Elkhorn Slough used to be a dairy, and the Slough is still surrounded by agricultural fields. There are two barns on the Reserve, named Big Barn and Little Barn. Little Barn is used for equipment storage and isn’t open to the public, but you can walk into Big Barn. There are two barn owl boxes in Big Barn. We searched under them for owl pellets; we didn’t find any intact pellets but did see some that had been dissected by previous human visitors.

Little Barn (foreground) and Big Barn (background) at Elkhorn Slough. 18 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Little Barn (foreground) and Big Barn (background) at Elkhorn Slough.
18 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much green at Elkhorn Slough. All of the El Niño rains have brought forth a lot of wildflowers and grasses. We hiked past a large stand of non-native poison hemlock (Conium maculatum) on our way to Big Barn. That stuff is going to be difficult to eradicate, as it spreads quickly and outcompetes native species. And yes, this plant is highly toxic to mammals and was, in fact, used by the ancient Greeks for human executions (including that of Socrates).

When we returned to the visitor we asked the Reserve’s naturalist, Jane, to take our picture. So this is class photo #1 of the semester. It’s not complete, as three students were absent today. I hope to get a picture of the entire class another day.

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I wanted to take the students to the woodpeckers’ acorn granary, but we didn’t have time to hike that far. Spring break is coming up week after next, and I think I’ll go back to the Slough to say “hello” to the family of acorn woodpeckers. I’m looking forward to having more time than I do at the moment to play outdoors. I want to do some drawing, too!

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A brief excursion between storms

Posted on 2016-03-062023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

After pretty much neglecting us in February, El Niño has returned with a bang in March. Late yesterday and last night a weather station near me, more or less at sea level, recorded 4.67 inches of rain and wind speeds of 15 mph. Stations in the Santa Cruz mountains recorded close to 6 inches of rain yesterday, and there were patchy power outages throughout the county. This morning I woke to sunny, clear skies. Beautifully clear, with white puffy clouds. The forecast calls for another storm to head in this evening, giving me a window of opportunity to run up the coast and grab some mussels.

I have to say, El Niño’s timing could be better. We have alternating weeks of spring and neap tides, and this winter the storms seem to be arriving during the spring tides. More than one tide series has been washed out because of storm surge and majorly big swell. I had figured that this would be the case today, so I didn’t expect to get very far down in the intertidal. However the only thing I absolutely had to collect was mussels and I don’t need a very low tide for those. It was very unlikely that I’d be unable to collect them, and at the very least I’d be able to take some photos.

Walking across the beach to the rocks, I noticed my first Velella of the season. As usual for these strangely wonderful animals they were gathered into windrows at the high tide level. Many of them were very small, less than 1 cm long, and the largest I saw was about the length of my thumb.

Velella velella stranded on the beach at Davenport Landing. 6 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Velella velella stranded on the beach at Davenport Landing.
6 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

While it is not at all unusual to find Velella washed up on the beach, I did find some in a place that I didn’t expect. More on that in a bit.

Conditions in and on the water were pretty rough. There were no surfable waves, therefore no surfers. They’d have been beat up by the waves crashing in all directions.

Rough water at Davenport Landing Beach. 6 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Rough water at Davenport Landing Beach.
6 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

On a calmer day, the water at this beach can be glassy smooth with very gently breaking waves. Not so today:

Easily accessible beaches such as this one are typically crowded for these afternoon low tides. Most of the people there are just hanging out with their friends, family, and dogs. Every once in a while, however, I run into people who might not be entirely on the up and up. Much of the coast in California is designated as a marine protected area (MPA), and while allowed activities vary from MPA to MPA, in general I don’t have permission to collect at any of them with my current state-issued scientific collecting permit. This means that collecting, both scientific and recreational, is concentrated into the few places where it is allowed.

Today I arrived at the parking area at the same time as a family of three adults and about five kids. The men were wearing wellies and carrying 5-gallon buckets. It was clear that they were going to be collecting something. I can’t really say that I looked any different, in my hip boots and with my own bucket, so I just smiled a greeting to them and headed out on my way. Given that there was so little exposed rock, we were bound to keep running onto each other. At one such meeting I asked what they were doing, and they said they were collecting mussels to eat. I said I was, too, to use as food for animals at the marine lab. They asked what the limit was. I told them that I didn’t know what the limit was for taking with a marine fishing license (assuming that they had one), but the limit for my collecting permit is 35. We nodded and went our separate ways.

Now, I’m not a game warden and it’s not my job to enforce the state’s rules about collecting, or even to see if other citizens have the appropriate permits or licenses. I generally feel that the better part of valor is to mind my own business. These guys today were friendly enough and completely non-threatening, but my gut instinct tells me that they didn’t have a fishing license. Is that any of my business? I don’t think so; yet as a citizen of this state I have a vested interest in protecting our wildlife from unlawful take. I know there aren’t enough wardens to patrol all beaches all the time, and now that I think about it I don’t know that I’ve ever been stopped by a warden on an afternoon low tide. The enforcement strategy seems to be to let citizens patrol each other, in the sense that skullduggery is less likely on a crowded beach in the broad daylight of afternoon than at the crack of dawn on a morning low tide.

Anyway, on to the matter at hand. I’ve noticed that recently my eye has been drawn to patterns that occur among whatever objects happen to be around. Scrambling down a little cliff and continuing up the coast I noticed these smears of algae growing on the vertical sandstone face. It’s not that I hadn’t seen them before, but because of the recent rain there was water running down the cliff face, which added a sheen to the green algae that they don’t have when they’re dry.

Streaks of green algae on sandstone cliff face at Davenport Landing. 6 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Streaks of green algae on sandstone cliff face at Davenport Landing.
6 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

At this site there are some little caves that you can get to at low tide. The tide wasn’t low enough to reach the caves that go back any appreciable distance, but I did get to a small one. It was more of deep fissure than a cave, really, large enough to duck into but only a couple of meters deep. The really cool thing about it was the waterfall cascading over the opening. Again, without the runoff from yesterday’s rain this little waterfall wouldn’t even exist.

Also, there is quite a bit of stuff living inside the cavelet. Not much in the way of algae, of course, with the exception of both encrusting and upright corallines, but in terms of animals there was more or less the same fauna that I’d expect in the high-mid intertidal.

Cavelet at Davenport Landing Beach. 6 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Cavelet at Davenport Landing Beach.
6 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

The biggest surprise in this little cave was Velella! A bunch of them had apparently gotten washed up into the fissure by the last high tide. I found them stuck amongst barnacles and algae.

Velella velella stuck to coralline alga inside cave at Davenport Landing. 6 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Velella velella stuck to coralline algae inside cave at Davenport Landing.
6 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

This one was maybe half the length of my thumb. On the opposite side of the cave a crab was taking advantage of this unusual bounty.

Small shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) dining on a mangled Velella velella in a cave at Davenport Landing Beach. 6 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Small shore crab (Pachygrapsus crassipes) snacking on a mangled Velella velella in a cave at Davenport Landing Beach.
6 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

I can’t imagine there’s much nutrition in a Velella for a crab, but the animal is always right even (especially?) when it doesn’t make sense to us. The crab knows what it’s doing.

All told, it was a short but very satisfying little jaunt to the intertidal. The clouds had spent the afternoon talking about whether or not to build to anything, and by the time I left they’d come to consensus. The wind is picking up now, the rain should start soon, and the National Weather Service says we may be in for thunderstorms tonight. I’m tucked up at home, warm and dry. Have a good evening, everybody!

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Gettin’ down and dirty

Posted on 2016-03-042023-01-06 by Allison J. Gong

This year I’m teaching Ecology for the second time. It is a field-intensive course: we have all day on Fridays to meet outside the classroom and do something outdoors. Most people understand that hands-on experiences are the best way to learn, whether the subject matter is field-based or computer-based (such as working with software for statistical analyses), and part of my job this semester is to provide as many diverse experiential activities as I can for my students. As I am a marine biologist by training and inclination the course is biased towards marine ecology, but I’m doing my best to include terrestrial activities as well.

Today we visited the Younger Lagoon Reserve on the Long Marine Lab campus, to participate in the ongoing habitat restoration project. We were met by Beth Howard, the reserve manager, and Tim Brown, the reserve steward, who gave us a brief history of the reserve and the conservation work going on there.

Beth (aqua jacket) and Tim (yellow jacket) give us the rundown on restoration at the Younger Lagoon Reserve. 4 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Beth (aqua jacket) and Tim (yellow jacket) give us the rundown on restoration at the Younger Lagoon Reserve.
4 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

We are standing in a plot that had very recently (as in within the last week) been planted with young grasses. The reserve staff, volunteers, and student interns collect seeds from local populations of native plants, germinate and grow them up in the greenhouse, and then plant them the following spring. The idea is that in a few years the larger scrub plants, such as coyote bush and sticky monkey flower, will outcompete the non-native weeds and the plant community will more or less take care of itself. The annual flowering plants should re-seed and repopulate the area at the end of the season.

The master design in this area of the Younger Lagoon Reserve. 4 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
The master design in this area of the Younger Lagoon Reserve.
4 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Tim, as the reserve steward, designed this bit of the reserve. The areas within the polygons are to be planted with flowering annuals, while the spaces between polygons are to be filled with perennial grasses. To make seed gathering easier, we were told to plant in patches, resulting in medium-sized patches of several plants of one species grouped together.

In addition to helping plant upwards of 1500 plants today, we got to see how last year’s plants are doing! I’m proud to report that they have filled in beautifully and grown a lot:

On the right: Plants that my students and I planted last year. On the left: Plants that were set out about a week ago. Younger Lagoon Reserve. 4 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
On the right: Plants that my students and I planted last year. On the left: Plants that were set out about a week ago. Younger Lagoon Reserve.
4 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Not all the vegetation in the right side of the photo was the stuff that we planted last year. Some of it was weeds. The reserve workers are about to shift from planting mode to weeding mode, to remove as many weeds as possible before they have a chance to flower and set seed.

When it was time to start the actual planting, we were shown how to make holes and insert the baby plants.

Demonstration of the "dibble dance." Younger Lagoon Reserve © Allison J. Gong
Demonstration of the “dibbler dance.” Younger Lagoon Reserve
© Allison J. Gong

The dibbler is a nifty tool that makes holes in the ground. You clear off the layer of mulch, shove the dibbler into the soil, and wiggle it around, making a perfectly round hole. The plants are grown in cone-tainers, that not-so-coincidentally are the exact same size and shape as the holes made by the dibbler. I asked Beth, and she confirmed that the dibbler and cone-tainers are made by the same company. Once the dibbler has made the hole you remove a plant from a cone-tainer, stick it in the hole, tamp down the soil around it, and replace the mulch.

We were instructed to place the holes 18″ apart, and not in a strict grid pattern. The goal is to restore a natural setting, not create a formal garden. After the instructions we all got to play in the dirt.

Student working at YLR
Students at YLR
Student at YLR
Students at YLR

In addition to planting flowering annuals in a couple of the polygons, we also did this:

Native grasses my students and I planted at Younger Lagoon Reserve. 4 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Some of the native grasses my students and I planted at Younger Lagoon Reserve.
4 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

After our work in the field we went across the marine lab to Younger Lagoon. It rained on us for a while, and we sheltered under the lean-to and looked out over the lagoon. It’s beautiful even in the rain.

Younger Lagoon 4 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Younger Lagoon
4 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong
Male red-winged blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus) at Younger Lagoon. 4 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Male red-winged blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus) at Younger Lagoon.
4 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

This red-winged blackbird was loudly staking his claim to a bit of territory. He never showed off his red epaulettes, though. Another bird was replying from the top of a cypress tree a short distance away. The back-and-forth went on for about five minutes, before one of the birds flew off.

For the first time I got to hike the trail that parallels the east side of Younger Lagoon. We didn’t go down onto the beach, but I was able to see a perspective of the large rock at the mouth of the lagoon that I’d never looked on before.

Large rock at the mouth of Younger Lagoon. 4 March 2016 © Allison J. Gong
Large rock at the mouth of Younger Lagoon.
4 March 2016
© Allison J. Gong

Does anybody else see the profile of Abraham Lincoln in this rock?

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