Using Your Wits

  Here on the Bayou, life is all about survival of the fittest.  If a weak or sickly critter is meandering about, it becomes food for something stronger.  If a critter is a bit dull witted, a smarter predator is there waiting for it.  This goes on night and day.  At night, you can hear the tussle of critters as they fight for the right to the territory.  The strongest of critters get the good nesting sites and the right to choose their mates.  The weaker ones either are killed or move to a different area.  The squeals and cries of those not strong, are reminiscent of a horror movie at times.  It is not much different during the daytime hours.  Predators abound...some are strong...some depend on their wits...but other critters have to be wary at all times.

  Just today, I watched a few of the wilier ones at work.  While I was not near enough to get photographs of the largest of the bunch, I knew exactly what was occurring.  With the northwest wind whipping about, I knew there would be a low tide. The critters knew this as well.  They are cunning and watch the weather changes.  An otter had made deep slides in the mudflats.  These slides were several inches deep and about a foot wide.  A mishmash of trails literally created a maze in the mud.  The otter was aware that the bull minnows are not the brightest of critters so she created this maze to catch her supper.  She has little ones in the marsh nearby and cannot leave the nest for long to fish.  Her fishing now would rely on this trap.  The dimwitted bull minnows would dawdle about long enough for the tide to trap them in the maze of ruts.  Once the exits were cutoff by lack of water, the minnows would aimlessly go round and round in the maze searching for deeper water.  There was none.  The only water to be found was in the otter slides.  Now it was like catching fish in a barrel for the otter.

  Mama Otter was not the only one smart enough to use the maze to catch her dinner.  A small Gulf Saltmarsh Snake had slipped out of the marsh to patiently way for the minnows to turn a curve in the maze.  The snake would dart in and grab a minnow.  As it swallowed the first one, the minnows frantically swam through the maze only to wind up right back in front of the little snake.  It did not take long before the snake had eaten its fill of minnows.  It then relaxed a bit in the warm sunshine.

  Had the otter visited her maze trap and found the little snake, she would have happily munched it as well as the trapped minnows.  The snake was smart enough to quickly dart back under the roots of the marsh grass when it heard the splashing of the otter.  Both had used their intelligence to gather a meal for the day.  The otter will be back out again tomorrow but since another cool front is coming with the winds, the little snake will stay snug.  Its belly is full so it will wait out the next few days safe and sound under the roots.  Life goes on with the strongest and most intelligent surviving.

The Trap!

  Back when he was a small child, my oldest son was obsessed with the TV show "MacGyver".  He so wanted to be the man he was watching create all sorts of nifty things out of everyday stuff.  He even went so far as convincing his Papa that he "needed" a Swiss Army Knife and a roll of Duck Tape.  (Yes, it really is Duck Tape.)  The knife was a story in itself but this is more about the ingenuity behind the man featured in the show.  Mark was so bent on copying this man's every move that he started creating traps...for everything.  He set a net trap to capture his brother and sister. Possum traps, squirrel traps, minnow traps....he made them all.  He found he could bend trees over and make spring traps.  His poor dad caught the brunt of his creativity as each day, a new trap was set to "capture Dad"!   None of us were safe from his contraptions but it was ok by me.  He was being creative but also learning new methods of making things work.  The show was inspiring my kid to learn and invent and that was great by me.  Today as an adult, there is just not a lot of things that can stump my son.  He always figures out how to make things work with just what is on hand.  I guess you can say that his time in front of the TV was put to good use.

  This morning as I headed out the back door, I would have sworn that my son was back in town and setting traps to catch me off guard.  On either side of the back steps there is a nice size pear tree.  Spanning from tree to tree.....right across the steps....was the finest of all traps.  A spider had spent the night spinning the most beautiful web and this web was heavy laden with droplets of water.  Overnight a heavy fog had rolled in off the water and coated everything in its path.  The spiderweb was dripping with the jewel-like droplets!  I am sure glad that I noticed the web before walking smack dab into it!

  Seeing that spiderweb brought back memories of being caught up in some of Mark's string traps.  Balls and balls of kite string were wound through, around, under and over furniture and doorways.  It was his idea that if anyone ever broke into the Little Bayou House, he would capture them before they could rob the place. I think that I was the only one he ever caught.  Just try being a bleary-eyed, sleep-deprived mom stumbling her way to the kitchen pre-coffee only to be ensnared in a webbing of kite string.  The more I would turn, the more I became tangled.  Oh, the memories!  And...oh, how I would give anything to be back in those days!