Date: 13 January 2019 Frog and the Red Tide.
Soloist life aboard Seaweed can be
interesting. One particular thing I enjoy is the variety that each
new day brings. Today I might spend blitzing on new Kindle books,
while tomorrow might find me in the bilges. I believe the mental
stimulation is good for me. Sometimes though I'm a bit too
stimulated. Here's what happened recently.
started with a plant. For years I was convinced I could kill a
plastic plant. Then I anchored in the crook between Saul Creek and
the Jackson River. A tree had fallen into the water. With each tide
I noticed a bit of a greenery being submerged. I wanted to save that
When I discovered my "green thumb"
I was anchored here on
↓ SAUL CREEK.
I rescued this moss with a small twig of a tree growing out of it.
Here's a picture:
The life I lead is exciting. I grow moss. The
portion to the right of Santa's workshop did not survive.
As you can see, the moss grew and
In front of my
moss are several small containers with scallions. About every two
months I buy a bunch of scallions. I use from the top, leaving the
final one inch with roots intact. That piece I place in water, covering
just the bottom 1/4 inch of the stalk. The scallion will grow again.
Scallion bunches are bought at the
grocery store. I select the largest diameter I can find. That is
because as the plant grows again, it becomes progressively skinnier.
I can always get two crops out of each scallion stalk. Sometimes I third
batch will grow too, but not usually.
Growing some of my own produce helps keep
expenses down. Plus, it is fun to have some greenery around. Each
morning I water the plants aboard Seaweed. That water is the run-off
from rinsing my sprouts.
The goal is to
utilize everything, and dispose of nothing that could be useful in
another way. Sometimes that means simply donating an item to a
thrift store. Everything serves a purpose, or it is off my boat
This is my basil plant. For a while
I grew basil. It is easy to grow.
Then I discovered I did not particularly care for the
flavor of basil. If you're
growing something to eat, make sure you like it first. I didn't do
that with the basil.
Side Note: Folks
with limited water supplies do on occasion utilize the same water more than
purpose. In the morning I rinse my sprouts, pouring off the excess
water into a plastic bowl. I then use that rinse water to hydrate
the rest of the plants aboard Seaweed.
I believe the rinse
water from my sprouts
to be more nutrient rich than plain tap water.
One day I felt
jump across my hand as I was watering the moss.
Needless to say, I was surprised. Immediately I
spotted the culprit on the silver Reflectix placed over the window.
I wondered where the frog came from. Then I spotted a
under the moss.
While I like
wildlife I prefer it to live outside, not in my boat. Additionally,
I have a rather irrational fear of frogs. They give me the creeps.
Having this one hop across my hand did nothing to enamor me to it.
That frog had to go.
Though I'm not fond of frogs I did not want to put it
ashore where predators could get at it. Neither did I want the frog
to live inside my home. Because the frog had disappeared shortly
after the photos were taken I assumed it had returned to his home
under the moss.
That is when I took the entire moss planter out into the cockpit. I
was nervous AND determined to rid my pilothouse of the frog. Out
back I have a basket with an aloe plant in it. The moss planter was
placed inside the hanging basket.
My aloe basket is hanging on the port side under the
I set the moss
container inside the aloe basket,
trusting the frog to move into the bigger digs.
A few hours later I moved the moss
back inside. I never saw the frog again.
So if you wonder what I do each
day, well, sometimes it is not very much at all. Meeting the frog
threw me off for a bit. I still wonder how long that critter lived
in my moss. There have been zero flies, moths or flying insects
inside Seaweed for ages so I'm not sure when Ribbit arrived.
Ribbit: For my foreign readers, "ribbit"
is an American word used to mimic the sound a frog makes. It is
similar to the deeper "croak" sound of a toad, though of a higher
I name critters that become a part of my world for a
time. For the record, Ribbit never made a sound, though I may have
squeaked when he hopped across my hand!
The most important
thing is this: He's gone.
This comic ↑ can
be found at
http://SpeedBump.com - The artist is Dave Coverly.
Definitely explore his website. Look for his cartoon panel
Bump in newspapers.
Isis the snowy egret ↑
hangs out in the cockpit, near my aloe planter.
A couple days after Ribbit moved outside saw Isis poking at the aloe
leaves. She had never paid attention to the plant previously. All
this happened during the time of red tide/algae bloom. I suspect
that rather than eating fish (there were none) or my hotdogs, Isis
expanded her menu options.
I had been afraid of predators
ashore and didn't even think about my birds as potential threats to
Ribbit. Providing a frog to Isis had not been my plan. Sigh.
As an aside, mullet have returned to the canal. The red tide
is gone from here.
Aboard Seaweed I have been busy writing. Thanks Karl
for gifting me a Win7 netbook. It is very much appreciated. Win7 is
what I need for the Front Page writing program I utilize. A netbook
is ideal for me because it does not use a lot of power.
In any event, a new
year means a lot
of tweaking to update stuff nobody sees.
And too, I love my Kindle. Between
the Kindle and the tablet, I can spend hours reading, exploring,
visiting Pinterest, viewing YouTube videos, and wandering around the
Life is very good
aboard Seaweed. I am truly blessed.
Happy boating to you, and thanks
Have you ever found a frog or other wildlife inside your
What did you do about the critter?
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