Posts Tagged ‘mackerel’

Which came first – the worm or the egg?

April 29, 2009
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Pine trees along the coast are loaded with pollen missiles ready to fire.

It’s not unusual at this time of year to see the cracked, jagged-edge remains of robin’s eggs, blue as the sky, lying on the ground. But what about the mass migration of thin earth worms, driven out of the ground – I’m guessing – by last week’s steady rains? Wherever sidewalks split swaths of grass, the reddish strings of living protein have been inching their way across the pavement, destination unknown.

Some left slick trails behind them, others lay curled and drying in the day’s rising heat, and others – reminding me of a man with no water heading out to cross the Sahara – slinked their way down the face of curbs blissfully unaware of the vast plain of black asphalt ahead of them.

Contemplating the worms, my thoughts moved toward the robins and ancient wisdom percolating up from my childhood when I first learned that the early bird catches the worm. This week, every bird caught a worm. They were everywhere, so many in fact that much of the feast was left on the table. There simply aren’t enough birds around to eat all the available worms.

Feeling like Sherlock Homes or Inspector Clouseau observing and pondering, my curiosity sought an answer to the worms and the birds and the cracked eggs. Is nature so finely tuned – is God so detail oriented – that the worm bloom is designed to coincide naturally with the time of the year when the birds most need protein to nurture their eggs and hatchlings?

And how about all the pollen? Does the same fine green powder dusting our cars and sifting through our screens also settle onto the ground to be ingested by worms as another dish straining the bounty-filled table of the vernal feast?

There’s a connection here to the annual run of mackerel that used to mark April along the coast but which has not, now, for several years. Capt. Dale Parsons of Fisherman’s Wharf in Lewes has a theory, but for now, the connection between worms, mackerel, robins and pollen will have to wait for another blog. In the mean time, give yourself a natural high. Get outdoors, take a walk for an hour, and interact with the amazing natural world around us.

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A classic nor’easter swells the dogwoods

April 15, 2009
Nor'-easter-driven seas climb the sands at Rehoboth Beach.

Nor'-easter-driven seas climb the sands at Rehoboth Beach.

A classic nor’easter blew in this week complete with signature winds, heavy seas and lots of sorely needed rain.

The compass told the story.

Our usual weather patterns show winds making their way clockwise around the compass. South winds move to southwest then west, then northwest and so on. But when the winds reverse course, and start shifting counterclockwise, look for a storm with heft. As I write this Wednesday morning, the forecast for 100 percent precipitation is making good and the winds – gusting well above 20 knots – are shooting straight down Lewes’s northeasterly oriented Savannah Road bringing a good washing to the community.

Dogwood blossoms throughout Sussex County are about to blossom. In my mind I can taste the fresh coolness of this storm’s cleansing rain rolling down the windward bark of the dogwoods and feel the swelling blooms about to unfold their white petals.

After two good days of storm, this one should blow out by the weekend.

When the seas settle, I wonder whether any of the head boats will find offshore schools of mackerel moving north. Rain puddles littered with fallen blossoms remind me of flashing schools of fish in the sea.