{"id":3301,"date":"2013-03-22T21:56:56","date_gmt":"2013-03-23T05:56:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=3301"},"modified":"2013-03-22T22:00:56","modified_gmt":"2013-03-23T06:00:56","slug":"name-that-lunch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=3301","title":{"rendered":"Name that lunch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/gull-octo1.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"275\" alt=\"[IMAGE] lunchtime\" \/><\/p>\n<p><font color=#4F4E81>&#8230;click to listen:<\/font><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"\/RealAudio\/Perpetual_Spark_excerpt1.mp3\" style=\"text-decoration:none\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/PerpetualSparkpg1.html\" style=\"text-decoration:none\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/moregn.jpg\"\/><font color=#4F4E81>&#8230;about the music<\/font><\/a><\/p>\n<p><i><font color=#346513>Blue Plate Special.<\/font><\/i><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\" data-count=\"none\" data-via=\"alex_shapiro\">Tweet<\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"http:\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>Photo blog disclaimer!<br \/>\nWarning!<br \/>\nThe following photos are lousy quality.<br \/>\nThey ain&#8217;t nuttin&#8217; compared to my recent pix of a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=3143\" style=\"text-decoration:none\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>a young gull attempting to swallow a large flounder,<\/strong><\/a> or these pix from 2011 of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=1159\" style=\"text-decoration:none\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>a seal devouring a cephalopod.<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Nonetheless, I&#8217;m posting them for you, in all their blurriness.<br \/>\nWhy?<br \/>\nBecause, as you can see from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=3143\" style=\"text-decoration:none\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>this prior post,<\/strong><\/a> I&#8217;m a digestion junkie. I&#8217;m absolutely spellbound watching creatures eat their lunch.<br \/>\nWhich, most of the time, consists of other creatures.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m going to bet that most people who read this blog do not live somewhere they see this sort of thing everyday. Therefore, just as I&#8217;ll always appreciate a blurry photo of metropolis wildlife like Donald Trump&#8217;s toupee, maybe urbanites will get a kick out of this.<\/p>\n<p>All right folks, yes-sirree! It&#8217;s time to play another round of, <em>&#8220;Name that Lunch!&#8221;:<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/gull-octo2.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"210\" alt=\"[IMAGE] lunchtime\" \/><br \/>\n<span style=\"clear: both;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/gull-octo3.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"277\" alt=\"[IMAGE] lunchtime\" \/><br \/>\n<span style=\"clear: both;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/gull-octo4.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"244\" alt=\"[IMAGE] lunchtime\" \/><br \/>\n<span style=\"clear: both;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/gull-octo5.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"263\" alt=\"[IMAGE] lunchtime\" \/><br \/>\n<span style=\"clear: both;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p>A clue?<\/p>\n<p>Notice how the entr\u00c3\u00a9e changed color.<\/p>\n<p>Need one more clue?<\/p>\n<p>In the second photo: not only does the photo suck, but so does the lens subject.<\/p>\n<p>Give up?<\/p>\n<p>The gull is eating a juvenile Pacific Red Octopus.<\/p>\n<p>Captivating as it was to observe, this made me sad. I love octopi. Not to eat: to greatly admire, as fantastic, smart, delightful creatures.<br \/>\nBut in this world, we&#8217;re all up for being on the menu. I witness this nearly every day, while I&#8217;m composing, and taking care of publishing stuff, and brushing out Bella&#8217;s long thick fur, and talking to someone on the phone, and&#8230; oh&#8230; wait! Look! Geez&#8230; [crunch]&#8230; [slurp]&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s far less heart-wrenching to watch the Canada geese.<br \/>\nThey&#8217;re vegetarian.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/geese-salad1.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"161\" alt=\"[IMAGE] geese\" \/><br \/>\n<span style=\"clear: both;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Truth be told, my digestion fetishes go in both directions, like digestion itself.<br \/>\nCritters in, critters out.<\/p>\n<p>For instance, walking around the rocks here I often spot small clumps of tiny, beautiful little shells. I always wondered what they were, and how they got there. Each smaller than my fingernail, they blend perfectly in the granite nooks, and would be easy to miss unless you were really looking for them.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/shell-clump.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"418\" alt=\"[IMAGE] shell clump\" \/><br \/>\n<span style=\"clear: both;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p>One day, I glanced up from my desk at a lone gull on the rock in front of me, just in time to witness him&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;upchuck.<br \/>\nKind of like a cat with a furball.<\/p>\n<p>Gross as it sounds, I was riveted.<br \/>\nIt was fascinating.<br \/>\nSo much so, that I failed to grab my camera. Never before has a girl been so compelled by the reverse-digestion of a bird.<\/p>\n<p>Not too long after the gull flew off (maybe to find some more food and begin this charming process all over again), I walked out to the spot and shot these photos of the fresh evidence.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/shell-clumps2.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"280\" alt=\"[IMAGE] shell clump\" \/><br \/>\n<span style=\"clear: both;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Not one, but <em>two<\/em> clumps. A bonanza.<br \/>\nI am the Annie Leibovitz of bird puke.<\/p>\n<p>Like many birds, mama gulls regurgitate food for their chicks. But the adults&#8211; quite the greedy scavengers&#8211;  have to get rid of the stuff they scarf up that&#8217;s indigestible, and occasionally, just like us, it exits from the front rather than the rear.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s likely that the gull&#8217;s lunch of a fish, a crab, or a sea star, had consumed these tiny clam-like beings for <em>its<\/em> lunch (not realizing that this would be the last supper). Or maybe the gull just scooped up a quick snack of some kelp and seawater, and ended up swallowing lots of teeny tiny bivalve molluscs.<br \/>\nOne way or another, out they go.<\/p>\n<p>Gull forensics. My next profession!<\/p>\n<p>If there&#8217;s every a &#8220;CSI: Intertidal,&#8221; I demand to be the composer on the gig.<br \/>\nCall my agent!<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/shellclump-feather.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"532\" alt=\"[IMAGE] shell clump\" \/><br \/>\n<span style=\"clear: both;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;click to listen: &#8230;about the music Blue Plate Special. Tweet Photo blog disclaimer! Warning! The following photos are lousy quality. They ain&#8217;t nuttin&#8217; compared to my recent pix of a a young gull attempting to swallow a large flounder, or these pix from 2011 of a seal devouring a cephalopod. 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