One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
Something Unusual at the Beach
Late this afternoon, we all headed off to the beach. Another nice day, mid-70s, partly cloudy, and almost still.
The usual crowd was there (see right). We did OK for fossils, 17 shark's teeth, and a couple of odd things (drum's teeth, tillie bones) including a fair little Mako, but not as good as yesterday, when we got 44 and several nice teeth.
Something unusual too. This is a genuine Frankenfish, a Northern Snakehead, the feared invasive species, washed up dead on the beach, and partly picked over by birds. Where did it come from? Washed out of a river sometime recently after the heavy rains, and unable to find a safe haven before the salt water returned? Who knows?