Grenada
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Spring 2007
 
                                                                                               Starfish.
June 18 - June 24, 2007

BIRDS, glorious birds!  I was very happy to see that our eared dove, who lives in Lizzy's bougainvillea, fledged a baby!  She experienced a nest tragedy a month ago (I'm not sure why,) but she tried again in the same nest, and raised a single babe!  True to typical dove habit, baby dove grew up in the flimsiest of nests, but he was tucked into the middle of the bush and safe enough.
This photo was taken as the fledgling was just clamoring out of his nest, before his very first flight.



In the front of the yard, we had a Carib Mockingbird nest.  Momma build a beautiful nest in the bush right next to where Crapzilla is parked.  We were careful to disturb her as little as possible, but not even Crapzilla could disrupt her from caring for her babies.

Unfortunately, her nest experienced a difficulty of an entirely different kind.  This blog has thus far not covered my love of nature and birds, and I regret that this subject initially comes up in a dreadful light.  The nest above was parasitized by a cowbird.  Shiny cowbirds, like the brown headed cowbird many in the US are more familiar with, are exclusive nest parasites (or "brood parasites"), meaning that they never build their own nests.  They lay eggs in the nests of other birds, for an entirely different species to raise.  (There are great evolutionary advantages to this system: for example, brown headed cowbirds are thought to be one of the most sophisticated vocalists of the bird world.)  So, utilizing the services of another isn't so bad, but cowbird babies hatch much more quickly than most other passerines, and are significantly larger.  Within one day of hatching, a cowbird can eject, and thus kill, any other eggs or hatchlings in the nest.  If the cowbird baby doesn't outright remove others immediately, the baby will often outcompete all other birds in the nest until the cohabitants perish for lack of food.  In some cases, most or all of the native nestlings will survive; oftentimes the outcome is dependent upon the particular species being parasitized.  I have observed parasitism in the past, but only in the context of an ornithology study, where I was prohibited from interfering.  (Brown headed cowbirds, by their means of reproduction, have nearly eliminated the solitary vireo from existence in Colorado.)  Since we would be leaving Grenada in a week, it wasn't an option to raise the cowbird myself.  I struggled with what to do or not do, consulting anyone who would listen.  If I were to interfere on behalf of the three mockingbird babies, I couldn't just remove the cowbird egg, as it would open the nest to further cowbird parasitism (another female, or the same one, would then be likely to discover the "available" nest and lay another egg inside.  They generally will not lay in a nest that has already been parasitized.)  So, in an effort to potentially save three birds, I acted to eliminate, i.e. murder, one.  I placed the egg in the refrigerator for 36 hours, which is likely, although not certain, to slow the development of a fertilized egg to the point where it would cease to live.  In a pathetic attempt to lessen the vitriol of readers at my potential act of murder, I will take care to note that I have spent innumerable hours over fourteen years as a wildlife rehabilitator in Colorado, rehabilitating birds and raising baby birds, regardless of species (including cowbirds.)  I would also note that similar interference on any scale whatsoever in this area would seem impossible, as the local population cannot tell a Grenada Dove from a Common Dove...let alone identify different species by the appearance of an egg.

To see a video of a brown-headed cowbird ejecting a live nesting from its nest, check out the following:  http://www.facstaff.bucknell.edu/ddearbor/cowbird_ejects.html.  I utilized this video in a talk at the University of Colorado years ago with Don Dearborn's permission; here you can go to the source.

To hear a superb audio story about human "morality" (an excerpt of which was recently played on This American Life, www.thislife.org) check out Radio Lab at: www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/episodes/2006/04/28.


Somebody call a tow truck!

No, Crapzilla's fine.  I meant toe...

Thursday morning I broke my toe, just, of course, as I was suddenly feeling great again!  Oh well, at least I could still swim with a broken toe...


On Wednesday the 20th, Peter completed his third term of medical school, and on Friday the 22nd, he took his last exam, a comprehensive test covering the entire year.  Naturally, he did great: Wow!
First thing we did?  Go swimming and snorkeling at Grand Anse!

Undersea Treasures: Heather can't resist those crabs...     Or the eels!
[Sorry, the lens on the underwater camera was a bit foggy today.]

    

We came across two different kinds of snake eel: one motionless in the sea grass, and one adventurous snowflake-like eel on the sand.

 
A variety of coral banded shrimp, and an arrow crab (aka "Hossentoss.")

A herd of goatfish.  I love these guys.  They have feelers on each side of their mouth, which fold back when they swim.  When it's time to eat, the feelers pop out and stir up the sand, unearthing tiny little creatures which they gulp down before moving on to "graze" elsewhere.

Friday evening, we headed to Spice Island to celebrate together over banana-papaya daiquiris.  Yum!
 

After some great Spice time, we joined fellow students at the Dodgy Dock, and then Bananas.

Matt, Peter, and Peter


Misfits.

Saturday, since we were up so late the night before, we decided it would be an ideal time to stay up late again and head back to Levera and experience the Leatherback turtles again.  In the meantime, we went snorkeling at the Aquarium for the afternoon.  We had the beach all to ourselves except for two others, the owners of the establishment. 

At night, we had a magical experience watching turtles, this time without the camera.  We saw about three females laying eggs, and Peter found one little baby heading for the sea, whom we followed as he determinedly swam against the force of the crashing waves until he was finally swept back onto shore no more.

On Sunday, we set out for the University Club to go kayaking, but they had all gone missing.  Instead, we went snorkeling at the Rex in the afternoon.
   I wanted to take Peter out for a nice dinner to celebrate two demanding and highly successful medical school terms.  We returned to the University Club for dinner, but it turns out our reservations were not taken properly, and they had a BBQ that night...which I didn't think was good enough for the occasion.  The Aquarium also had a BBQ night.  Mona Lisa was closed or not answering the phone.  We looked high and low for another nice restaurant opened on Sunday night. 

On a whim, we stopped at La Belle Creole.  It took some inquiry to actually locate the restaurant, but once we did, our quest was at an end.  We were rewarded with a great atmosphere, a wonderful view, and truly terrific food.  We both enjoyed fantastic vegetarian selections.


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